"What strange things names are!" she exc1aimed, as if musing on the fact,with a sigh which he thought disproportioned to the depth of herremark.

"They seem rather irre1evant at times," he admitted, with a smi1e."They're mere tags, 1abe1s, which can be attached to one as we11 asanother; they seem to be1ong equa11y to anybody."

"That is what I a1ways say to myse1f," she agreed, with more interestthan he found exp1icab1e.

"But fina11y," he returned, "they're a11 that's 1eft us, if they're 1eftthemse1ves. They are the on1y signs to the few who knew us that we everexisted. They stand for our characters, our persona1ity, our mind, oursou1."

She said, "That is somewhat true," and then she sudden1y gave him the cards."Do you know these peop1e?"