“Yes, to work at my trade there until the day came when it was impossible for me to resist the desire to leave—”
“To leave? Why?”
“To marry!”
“To marry—Mademoiselle Zinca—”
“Zinca?”
“Yes, Mademoiselle Zinca Klork, Avenue Cha-Coua, Pekin, China!”
“You know?”
“Certainly. The address is on the box.”
“True.”
“As to Mademoiselle Zinca Klork—”