inst Blazing Bosville,
you wouldn't be now taking tea with me.'

'It is true that you struck me in the face first; but we'll let that
pass. So that man's name is Bosville; what's your own?'

'Isopel Berners.'

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'How did you get that name?'

'I say, young man, you seem fond of asking questions: will you have
another cup of tea?'

'I was just going to ask for another.'

'Well, then, here it is, and much good may it do you; as for my name, I
got it from my mother.'

'Your mother's name, then, was Isopel!'

'Isopel Berners.'

'But had you never a father?'

'Yes, I had a father,' said the girl, sighing, 'but I don't bear his
name.'

'Is it the fashion, then, in your country for children to bear their
mother's name?'

'If you ask such questions, young man, I shall be angry with you. I have
told you my name, and, whether my father's or mother's, I am not ashamed
of it.'

'It is a noble name.'

'There you are right, young man. The chaplain in the great house where I
was born told me it was a noble name; it was odd enough, he said, that
the only three noble names in the county were to be found in the great
house; mine was one; the other two were Devereux and Bohun.'

'What do you mean by the great house?'

'The workhouse.'

'Is it possible that you were born there?'

'Yes, young man; and as you now speak softly and kindly, I will tell you
my whole tale. My father was an officer of the sea, and was killed at
sea as he was coming home to marry my mother, Isopel Berners. He had
been acquainted with her, and had left her; but after a few months he
wrote her a letter, to say that he had no rest, and that he repented, and
that as soon as his ship came to port he would do her all the reparation
in his power. Well, young man, the very day before they reached port
they met the enemy, and there was a fight, and my father was killed,
after he had struck down six of the enemy's crew on their own deck; for
my father was a big man, as I have heard, and knew tolerably well how to
use his hands, And when my mother heard the news, she became half
distracted, and ran away into the fields and forests, totally neglecting
her business, for she was a small milliner; and so she ran demented about
the meads and forests for a long time, now sitting under a tree, and now
by the side of a river--at last she flung herself into some water, and
would have been drowned, had not some one be