Doré seized the confusion of the hubbub to slip from the group which rushed in to separate these two men whom a glance from a little Salamander had turned back into the raw.
She went quickly, frightened by the sounds of anger and the increasing uproar, flung into her furs, and stole toward the door.
All at once it opened before her, and in the hall was Lindaberry, roguishly ambushed.
"No, no, not so fast!"
"No, no—not so fast!" he cried.
He flung out his arm, barring the way. For a moment she was frightened, seeing what was in his eyes, hearing the tumult in the salon behind. Then, without drawing back, she raised her hand gently, and put his arm away.
"Please, Mr. Lindaberry, protect me! I need it! I ought not to be here."
"What?" he said, staring at her.