"Could you excusr minute? Most say something utmust p'ortance. Utmust!" Lennox took Olga's arm and tacked up the corridor. She stopped him in a corner and pressed the body against him.
"What did you want to say?" she asked.
"Wanted warn you."
"You wanted to warn me?"
He nodded. "Men'll temptyr chastity t'night. Mustnt succumb whilem your chaperone. Your honors my honor. See?"
She laughed and explored his mouth with her mouth. "You big old bear you," she said.
"Listen," he said. "Listen. I'm rsponsible fyou but you maket pretty tough fme...."
Lennox staggered around a door-jamb and fell backwards into a room, carrying Olga with him. They landed on a soft hooked rug. It was some kind of sewing room with a dress form, blanket chest and cutting table. It was empty. Lennox tried to get up.
"Why do you keep running?" Olga asked. "Are you afraid of me?" She kissed him again. For the first time he returned the kiss. His hands got busy with the tight sheath of the dress, trying to expose the body.
"Stop it," Olga said.