“Then quick she calls me lair and I gives her a bash bang down into ze passage. She cried and up comes ze madame’s ’usband.
“He says, ‘What you do to my wife, you bad madame?’
“I says, ‘She will not give me my ’usband.’
“He says, ‘You are a bad madame. I turn you out of my ’ouse. Your ’usband not ’ere.’
“Then just comes up M. Raymond.
“‘Ah,’ says I, ‘this is all I jus’ want. So you come along wiz me.’
“Ah, my dear, we did ’ave a leedle words on ze road ’ome and M. Raymond says, ‘A pretty ting you done for yourself; you will be sermonized for knocking that madame down.’
“But I patted me on the chest and I said to me, ‘Louisa, be brave.’
“A day or two after dis, a sermon came from the South Western Police Court. Ah, mon Dieu, I was jus’ a leedle frightened, but I said to me: ‘Louisa, you have been ze brave woman and you mus’ be brave all ze time.’
“Eh bien, you remember ze chapeau I bought in ze leedle Soho shop and also that pretty gown in ze Chapelle Blanche—très chic?