"As a spectator--yes."
"Is it true that you wrote a letter to him?"
"Yes."
"Is it true you invited him here?"
"Yes, he came once."
"And it's true you met him afterwards on one of the streets in the Richmond district?"
"Yes."
"It's true you let him kiss you there before everybody--embrace you--hug you like a silly servant-girl?"
She ignored the insult, and answered imperturbably: "It was a deserted place; I didn't know any one was spying on us."
"And it's true to-day you met him again?"