“In person. In all ways a gentleman, and whom I shall have the pleasure of presenting to you tonight as soon as we reach the farm where we are to stop.”
“What are you two going to do with me there?”
“We shall think it over.”
“I believe you intend to kill me....”
“Kill you?—Nothing of the sort. We shall entertain you; you will take rides over the mountain; you’ll get a trifle brown—Besides, we are doing you a great favour.”
“Doing me a favour? What is it?”
“Keeping you from answering that little toreador who had the presumption to send you a note.”
“To send me a note?”
“Yes, my lady; you. As you came out of the theatre. I saw it with my own eyes.”
“It must be true if you saw it.”