After a moment she said: "It is a long while since you have called me that."
"What?"
"Japonette. I like it. There's a sort of an irresponsible frou-frou to the name which suits me. That's all I am, Jim," she added with a laugh—"just a swish of scented skirts."
He glanced up at her, half smiling.
"I know what you are," he said.
"Do you? I don't. Reveal me to myself, O Cagliostro!"
"Not now."
"Why?"
"Not now," he repeated.
"When?" she insisted.