"I don't know," she answered. "We have never been in England,
and papa says he will never go, for he detests the English;
but I only know Uncle Charles and you, and I like you."

"What is your Uncle Charles' other name? Can you tell me?"

"Leroy," she answered promptly.

"But that is not an English name," said Graham.

This was a little beyond Madelon, but after some
consideration, she said with much simplicity,

"I don't know whether it is not English. But it is only lately
his name has been Leroy, since he came back from a journey he
made; before that it was something else, I forget what, but I
heard him tell papa he would like to be called Leroy, as it
was a common name; and papa told me, in case anyone asked me."

"I understand," said Graham; and indeed he did understand, and
felt a growing compassion for the poor little girl, whose only
companions and protectors were a gambler and a sharper.

They were still talking, when the silence of the courtyard was
broken by a sudden confusion and bustle. The sound of the
music and dancing had already ceased; and now a medley of
voices, a shrill clamour of talking and calling, made
themselves heard through the open hall door.