My friend at junior school had three sisters; the youngest was
Eloise. I'd never heard the name before, and it fascinated me. I'd already decided that
Louise was OK but not my type, but
Eloise had a soft, warm glow about it that really appealed. I'd never heard of Abelard either!
My mother came home from work one day and told us she'd been introduced to a colleague from a different part of the organisation, so she'd probably never see her again. Which was a good thing, because on paper her name was
Heloise (probably no diacrital) but she introduced herself as Helloys. This might be an argument against using the French spelling, but in my mind anyway it leaves
Eloise serene and unharmed.