No castle in Spain [antikvár]

NO CASTLE IN SPAINIThere are so many kinds of girls nowadays, the English languageif we leave out the slangcan hardly cope with their infinite variety. And slang changes too quickly to be of use; it has its own infinite variety. And it rarely describes the things of the spirit. The most modern kind of girl drops her slangsteps out of it, in factand uses plain old-fashioned English when her emotions have been plowed up.And she changes her name to suit her mood, or profession, or state of soul. A friend of this girl of whom I am speaking, a jolly hard-working beautician (she called it that) was Tilly to us and Matilda to her family. But when she fell in love she made her lover call her Mathilde. There was no law against it; and when the love affair blew over, she took her new name into her business. She had a cubicle in one of those grand places on the Avenue, and it came to her to have the name "Miss Savin" taken down and the word "Mathilde" put up instead. It was a great attraction. It really changed the girl herself. She spoke of her business with a new respect. "It's an art, really," she told me. "I create beauty, and that's an art, I guess."Yvonne was not that kind of girl, although she had that kind of name. She did not select it. I did that. She merely accepted it. It was all the more strange that no one had ever before done this small kindness to her, because her given name was Bathsheba, and she made no pretense of liking it. It was so utterly discordant with her character and appearance. Yvonne was supposed to be aligned with both.