"Next morning I received your challenge. How I laughed to myself!"
"But tell me one thing. Why did you stipulate for a delay of three months before the duel?"
She laughed again.
"Shall I tell you?"
"Yes."
"Because I wanted time—to—to——"
"Yes?"
"To let my hair grow. Do you like it?" She drew a long pin from her hat, removed her hat, and showed her perfect head and the coils of night-black hair.
"Oh! Do I like it?"
"Well—kiss it."