human
Well, what are you thinking about?
gpt
Oh--I--I don't know. I rather fancy I was thinking about--about this Miss--after all, you haven't given me any name but Miriam.
human
Strange, her name is. The same as yours.
gpt
Oh? You've never told me that.
human
Aunt Queenie has, though. But you always seem to shuffle so when it's mentioned that I've let it alone. I don't blame you, either; for if there's one thing more tedious than another, it's having people for ever fussing about your name. There was a girl at our school whose name was Fidgett--Jessie Fidgett--a nice, quiet girl, as placid as a church--but I do assure you, it got to be so tiresome--well, you know how it would be--and so I decided I wouldn't say anything about Miriam's name to you, nor about yours to her. Goodness knows, there must be lots of Stranges in the world--just as much as Jarrotts.
gpt
So that--after all--her name was Miriam Strange.
human
It was, and is, and always will be--if she goes on like this, Miss Colfax rejoined, not noticing that he had spoken half-musingly to himself.
gpt
She was a ward of my step-father's till she came of age, she added, in an explanatory tone.
human
She's a sort of Canadian--or half a Canadian--or something--I never could quite make out what. Anyhow, she's a dear. She's gone now with my stepfather to Wiesbaden, about his eyes--and you can't think what a relief to me it is. If she hadn't, I might have had to go myself--and at my age--with all I've got to think about--and my coming out--Well, you can see how it would be.