'Pardon me.'
Proud as Lucifer with all her sweetness, thought Sir Jasper, as Alison bowed haughtily, but no smile spread over the regular contour of her face.
'We have met before—at least, I remember now to have had the pleasure of seeing you,' said he.
'When?'
'This very day.'
'But where?'
'At the coiffeur's in the Rue des Tanneurs. I sat beside you, and saw your hair dressed, and lovely hair it is!'
'You sat beside me?'
'Yes, and watched you.'
'Why?