'My own name!' said Cytherea.

'Yes--your name. Well, the gateman thought at the time it might be
equally with Jane a name she had invented for the occasion, that
they might not trace her; but I think it was truth unconsciously
uttered, for she added directly afterwards: "O, what have I said!"
and was quite overcome again--this time with fright. Her vexation
that the woman now doubted the genuineness of her other name was
very much greater than that the innkeeper did, and it is evident
that to blind the woman was her main object. He also learnt from
words the elderly woman casually dropped, that meetings of the same
kind had been held before, and that the falseness of the soi-disant
Miss Jane Taylor's name had never been suspected by this dependent
or confederate till then.

'She recovered, rested there for an hour, and first sending off her
companion peremptorily (which was another odd thing), she left the
house, offering the landlord all the money she had to say nothing
about the circumstance. He has never seen her since, according to
his own account. I said to him again and again, "Did you find any
more particulars afterwards?" "Not a syllable," he said. O, he
should never hear any more of that! too many years had passed since
it happened. "At any rate, you found out her surname?" I said.
"Well, well, that's my secret," he went on. "Perhaps I should never
have been in this part of the world if it hadn't been for that. I
failed as a publican, you know." I imagine the situation of gateman
was given him and his debts paid off as a bribe to silence; but I
can't say. "Ah, yes!" he said, with a long breath. "I have never
heard that name mentioned since that time till to-night, and then
there instantly rose to my eyes the vision of that young lady lying