“No, indeed I am not.”
“But, believe me, Monsieur Barrau declared you are free to dance whenever you please.”
“Yes, but that is not sufficient. Go back and bid him express himself in due form of the law. His response, I fear, was illegal.”
Fadard intently regarded Catherine for a moment, but she so defiantly returned his gaze that he was perplexed.
“Perhaps,” she added, “he was only making a fool of you.”
“You are, at all events,” he rejoined.
“Well!”
“Take care, my little woman. It will cost you dear to make fun of Fadard.”
“You should say that to my husband. But perhaps it is only in dealing with women that you are so brave.”
“Pooh! I would as soon tackle Monsieur Barrau as anybody else,” cried Fadard, with rising anger. “Only let me find him in a tight corner——”