"Paulina Varley. But they call me Lina."
"Lina is pretty, but the other I find most horrible." Forgetting that he did not yet wish her to know that he had decided to keep her, he exclaimed: "From now on you shall be Lina. And we will find for you another name, one more suited to a dancer 1"
Looking back on that morning she thought afterward that Paulina Varley must have died there and then, in Rosing's salon in the quai des Augustins, for never afterward, anywhere in her presence, was that name ever to be pronounced again.
For the present she was Lina, a serious student of the dance.