And I gave her—a kiss.
She protested, but not very stoutly.
“I have something else,” I said. And I was about to present her with a very similar offering—indeed, I was almost in the act of presentation, when she started from me with a cry of, “Let me go!” and before I could detain her she had fled from the room. In her flight she passed a man who was standing at the door, and it was he who spoke next.
“You damned, scoundrelly frog-eater!” he remarked.
It was the voice of my rival, Lumme!
“Ah, monsieur!” I exclaimed, springing up. “You have come to act the spy, I see.”
“I haven't,” he replied. “I came for Miss Hudson—and I came just in time, too!”