He laughed and stopped to examine one of the posters of the “Elfscharfrichters,”—the one of the cadaverous lady all in black, with her hands outspread.
“What interests you in him, anyhow?” he asked after a little.
“Can’t a woman enjoy being with a man without wanting to marry him? I like him because he’s so original.”
“He’s original all right,” Jack reflected; “that’s very, very true. He’s the first man who ever thought of knocking me down for kissing you.”
“It was because I screamed. Why didn’t you write that you were coming?”
“I wanted to arrive unexpectedly and see for myself.”
“Well, did you see?”
He chuckled.
“Yes, and felt too. He doesn’t intend that any one else shall kiss you.”
Rosina whirled, her eyes sparkling with anger.