"What a back number you are! All women ride in breeches nowadays. But, since you don't approve of me, come along and see if you like 'The Sultan' any better. You were most interested in his mark and seal."
There was an air about her as if she never expected to be gainsaid if she felt like favouring a man, for she turned at once and led the way towards the main entrance.
Picking up his hat, Le Breton followed.
Once outside, he said:
"I've not yet thanked you for saving my life."
"I couldn't do less than lend a hand," she replied with a casual air.
"It was a risky thing to do. I might have dragged you under."
"Well, you didn't. And we're neither of us any the worse for the little adventure."
"I hope we shall be all the better. That we shall be excellent friends," he replied.
Then he drew a leather case from his pocket and held it towards her.