"Is that necessary?" asked Marjory anxiously.
"A report must be made."
"It was nothing, I assure you," she insisted. "It was what in America is called a false alarm."
"You are American?" inquired the lieutenant, twisting his mustache.
"It is a compliment to my French that you did not know," smiled Marjory.
It was also a compliment to the lieutenant that she smiled. At least, it was so that he interpreted it.
"The report is only a matter of routine," he informed her. "If mademoiselle will kindly give me her name."
"But the newspapers!" she exclaimed. "They make so much of so little."
"It will be a pleasure to see that the report is treated as confidential," said the lieutenant, with a bow.
So, as a matter of fact, after a perfunctory interview with madame and Marie, who had so far recovered themselves as to be easily handled by Marjory, the lieutenant and his men bowed themselves out and the incident was closed.