A quick blush suffused her cheeks.

"Of course!--I must do so!" she answered, simply. "I owe him so
much--" then, fearful of betraying her secret of literary
authorship, she hesitated--"I mean--he taught me all I know. I
studied all his old books...."

Just then their cheery host came up.

"Well! Have you made friends? Ah!--I see you have! Mutual
intelligence, mutual comprehension! Jocelyn, will you bring Miss
Innocent in to supper?--I leave her in your charge."

"Miss Innocent?" repeated Jocelyn, doubtful as to whether this was
said by way of a joke or not.

"Yes--some people call her Ena--but her real name is Innocent.
Isn't it, little lady?"

She smiled and coloured. Jocelyn looked at her with a curious
intentness.

"Really? Your name is Innocent?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered him--"I'm afraid it's a very unusual name--"

"It is indeed!" he said with emphasis. "Innocent by name and by
nature! Will you come?"

She rose at once, and they moved away together.