“No kissing allowed.”
“What the devil do you mean? Did you mean to insult this lady?”
His voice was raised and he had seized that waiter by the collar. I felt ashamed and afraid. I jumped up and tried to pull Jimmy from the waiter, but he wouldn’t let go.
“Please, Jimmy, for my sake, stop!” I pleaded. The waiter was smiling a forced sort of smile, and he said:
“No insult was intended, sir.”
“All right then, apologize to this lady.”
The waiter did so.
“And now,” said Jimmy in a very lordly way, “come along, Marion, we don’t have to stay in this place. Come along.”
When we got out to the street I turned upon him and said: