"I suppose it was her name. I never heard she had another."
"Tonkins," he said--"Tonkins," and he looked searchingly at me with his
monk-of-the-Inquisition air.
I can be so irritating, not telling people things, when I like, and it was
quite a while before he elicited the facts from me, which Mrs. Carruthers
had often hurled at my head in moments of anger, that poor mamma's father
had been Lord de Brandreth and her mother, Heaven knows who!
"So you see," I ended with, "I haven't any relations, after all, have I?"
He sat down upon the sofa.
"Evangeline, there is nothing for it; you must marry me," he said.