It seemed to amuse him that she did not respond, for he gave a mocking chuckle and put his arms round her. He pressed his lips upon her mouth, her eyes, her throat. Then suddenly he let her go and she almost fell up against the table.
He then walked across to the door of his room.
[CHAPTER XLVI]
Jasper Tarkington, on the point of entering his room, had switched on the light and then paused on the threshold, uttering a gasp of astonishment.
"Maurus!" he exclaimed, "what in the world are you doing here?"
Maurus Imrey was sprawling on the horse-hair sofa, apparently fast asleep. At Jasper's ejaculation he opened his eyes, blinked, yawned, and stretched his arms.
"Ah! my dear Tarkington," he said in Hungarian. "I thought you were never coming."
He rose and shook himself like a big, shaggy dog, and passed his fingers through his tousled hair.
"I must have been fast asleep," he said.
"But what are you doing here, my friend?" Jasper asked, frowning.