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"Good morning, Mr. -- Mr. Aikin-Payne," said Ruby Estcourt, stumbling timidly over the name, as we met in the _salle-a-manger_ at breakfast next day. "I hope you don't feel any the worse for the chilly air last evening."
I bowed slightly. "You seem to have some difficulty in remembering my full name, Miss Estcourt," I said suggestively. "Suppose you call me simply Mr. Payne. I've been accustomed to it till quite lately, and to tell you the truth, I don't altogether relish the new addition."