“Your disguise will be absolutely impenetrable! This bonnet—a mask—”
“Ah, doctor, dear,” she whispered wistfully back to him, “will it certainly cure? Will it not—might it not—aggravate the complaint? Oh, thee does not know how a great orchestra gets into my little sinful soul!”
“I am happy to be able to guarantee my treatment,” he said.
“I wish—almost—that I had not met thee—my tall and splendid Satan. And will thee take me to the pinnacle of the temple—oh, the very pinnacle!”
“Yes,” he laughed.
“And show me all the world of joy—then drop me down—down—down—into disgrace and shame?”
“No! by the earth and heaven, I will be your faithful pal in whatever may happen to us.”
“Hush! hush! Swear not at all. And if I should yield to thy tempting—will thee keep my secret always—always—forever and ever?”
One should have seen her eyes then.
“I should deserve shooting the moment—”