And you won’t be left,
’Cause you must be right—
THOWAT-T-T’S the way!
They flashed the short length of the salon, whirled through the open doors and disappeared. . . .
There is an old saying that you cannot have it both ways. If you decide to discourage heaven, then you must be prepared to encourage hell. Whether or no Susan had offended Kilmuir, she had exalted Labotte—a supererogatory and rather dangerous elevation.
He began to improve the occasion almost at once.
“I do not know why I ’af not resgue you more soon. I think I am a gread fool. There is the nices’ leedle ’orse in oll the place sidding with a gread dull fellow an’ I ’af lose my dime in tryin’ to school so many mules. Tant pis! I tell you, we are goin’ to ’af a good dime now. We are goin’ to go well this evenin’—my naize leedle ’orse an’ I.”
His buoyant tenderness was hideous, but Kilmuir was standing in the doorway, and they were dancing towards him.
Susan threw back her head and laughed wildly.
“Your horse?”