left the next day, and never heard that you had come there; indeed,
I did not know the castle belonged to you."

"Where were you staying?" I asked.

"Where? Why, with my aunt, where I always stay. She is your
neighbor, since it IS you."

"I--beg your pardon--but then--is your aunt Lady Bluebell? I did
not quite catch--"

"Don't be afraid. She is amazingly deaf. Yes. She is the relict
of my beloved uncle, the sixteenth or seventeenth Baron Bluebell--I
forget exactly how many of them there have been. And I--do you
know who I am?" She laughed, well knowing that I did not.

"No," I answered frankly. "I have not the least idea. I asked to
be introduced because I recognized you. Perhaps--perhaps you are a
Miss Bluebell?"

"Considering that you are a neighbor, I will tell you who I am,"
she answered. "No; I am of the tribe of Bluebells, but my name is
Lammas, and I have been given to understand that I was christened
Margaret. Being a floral family, they call me Daisy. A dreadful
American man once told me that my aunt was a Bluebell and that I
was a Harebell--with two l's and an e--because my hair is so thick.
I warn you, so that you may avoid making such a bad pun."

"Do I look like a man who makes puns?" I asked, being very
conscious of my melancholy face and sad looks.