August Echelon-Arnost. She committed the name to memory, although how long it would stay there was less certain. It was a complicated, two-part name, but at least she could remember the August part (although it wasn't as if she could address him as such, so maybe it was a lost cause altogether).

"The pleasure is mine," she returned, her mind already formulating how she would tell Ford and Verity and Mama that she was certainly not the social failure that they all assumed she probably would be. She'd talked to a man!

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