'Ah! So much the better!' returned Madame Bonanni with sudden calm. 'What do you want?'
'You did me the honour to ask me to breakfast,' said Logotheti, coming forward a few steps.
'To breakfast! Never! You are dreaming!' She paused an instant. 'Yes, I believe I did. What difference does it make? Go and get your breakfast somewhere else!'
'Oh no!' protested the visitor, who had been examining Margaret's face and figure. 'I can wait any length of time, but I shall keep you to your bargain, dear lady.'
'You are detestable! Well, then you must go and look out of the window while I get down.'
'With pleasure,' Logotheti answered, meaning exactly what he said, and turning his back after a deliberate look at Margaret.
Madame Bonanni worked herself to the edge of the divan, with a curious sidelong movement, got one of her feet upon the stool and slipped down, till she stood on the floor. Then she gathered the folds of her bathing-gown to her and ran to the door with astonishing agility, for so large a person.
Margaret was not sure what she should do, and began to follow her, hoping to exchange a few words with her before going away. At the door, Madame Bonanni suddenly draped herself in the dark velvet curtain, stuck her head out and looked back.
'Of course you will stay to breakfast, my dear!' she called out, 'Logotheti! I present you to Miss—Miss—oh, the name doesn't matter! I present you!'
'I'm afraid I cannot——' Margaret began to say, not knowing how long she might be left alone with Logotheti.