“That is the point,” says Fisher, in a tone of such damaging insinuation that I am spurred to my defence.
“Exactly—what have I done?”
“He has endeavored to effect an entry into my house by removing a pane of glass,” says Fisher.
“Pardon me; to call the attention of the servants by rapping upon a pane of glass.”
“Come now, none of that!” says Lecoq, with such severity that I see the situation at once. He is jealous. I have cast an imputation on some fair housemaid—the future Mrs. Lecoq, no doubt.
“An assignation, you think?” I ask, with a reassuring smile.
“Sir!” cries Mrs. Fisher, indignantly. “It was my daughter's window you broke!”
Shall I pose as the lover of Miss Fisher? I have heard that unmarried English girls take strange liberties.
“Your fair daughter—” I begin.
“Is a child of fifteen,” interrupts virtuous Mrs.