“Then, I’ll tell you. It was—— You are sure you won’t kiss me?”
“Not for a thousand pound.”
“What, not for a thousand? Was ever woman so insulted!”
“Then I’ll kiss you for nothing.”
“You will? So, then, my mouth’s shut.”
“O!” He threw up his hands and eyes, giving vent to the remarkable utterance, “The foul fiend grant me virtue!” Then he waxed dangerous. “Mrs. Moll, if it’s to be kissing after all, I’ll pay you, and with interest, here and now.”
She gave a little scream.
“O, mussey! I’ll tell you. It was the Duke.”
He stood looking at her, grinning like a dog.
“The Duke? What Duke?”