“Do they? Isn’t that nice?”
Turning round they saw that the fat man had risen, and was following them.
“Go,” she said.
“Not until you tell me where you live and your name.”
“My name is Lalla. I live——But what good to tell you?—I shall never see you again.”
“Jewilikins! Hark at that! Not see me? Of course you will.”
“No, no, no! you must not; good-by—I live—here.”
She had stopped in front of a small gate in a very big wall.
“You do? May I come and see you?”
She laughed so boisterously that Max caught the contagion and laughed as well.