as they stood together at the back of the wheel-house over the screw, the quietest place on the ship for a talk:
"Joy dear, I want you to listen to me a minute."
"Yes, Daddy!"
"About that joke you had on the Cryptic."
"Yes, Daddy." She was blushing furiously; she understood now.
"My dear, I don't object to your having any little harmless romance of that kind. I don't suppose it would make any difference if I did. A young girl will have her dreaming quite independent of her old daddy. Isn't it so, little girl?"
"I suppose so, dear Daddy, since you say it." She nestled up close to him comfortably as she spoke: this was nicer talk than she expected.
"But there is one thing that you must be careful about: There must be no names!"
"How do you mean, Daddy?"
"I gather that there has been a joke amongst some of you as to calling you the Countess or Lady Athlyne, or some of that kind of foolishness. My dear child, that is not right. You are not the Countess, nor Lady Athlyne, nor Lady anything. A name my dear when it is an honourable one is a very precious possession. A woman must cherish the name she does possess as a part of her honour."
"I am proud of my name, Father, very, very proud of it; and I always shall be!" She had drawn herself upright and had something of her father's splendid personal pride. The very use of the word 'Father' instead of 'Daddy' showed that she was conscious of formality.
"Quite right, little girl. That is your name now; and will in a way always be. But you may marry you know; and then your husband's name will be your name, and you will on your side be the guardian of his honour. We must never trifle with a name, dear. Those people who go under an alias are to my mind the worst of criminals."
"Isn't that rather strong, Daddy, when murder and
