“I shall claim you again, be very sure.”
“Who in the fiend’s name may that be?” said Sir Anthony.
“I don’t know, Tony. He is just called l’Inconnu, but he knows me and I have a feeling I have met him. You don’t know, either?”
“I haven’t a notion, my dear. I am not quite sure that I approve of unknown gentlemen.”
Her eyes pleaded. “Oh, don’t, don’t tell Aunt, Tony!” she begged. “Truly, I am not being indiscreet.”
“You don’t contemplate an elopement with the mysterious stranger?” he asked teasingly.
“Tony!”
“I beg your pardon,” he bowed solemnly.
“That was prodigiously ill-natured, Tony.”
“Never say so, my dear.”