"What girl?"
"And I suppose you kissed her again! Did you?"
"Kiss a girl?" stammered Smith. "Where have you been prowling?"
"Along the boundary wall on my side, if you want to know. A week ago I chanced to be out by moonlight, and I saw you kiss her, Smith, across the top of the park wall. It is your proper rôle, of course, to deny it, but let me tell you that I think it's a pretty undignified business of yours, kissing the Countess of Semois's servants——"
"What the deuce——"
"Well, who was it you kissed over the top of the wall, then?"
"I don't know," said Smith, sullenly.
"You don't know! It wasn't the Countess, was it?"
"Of course it wasn't the Countess. I tell you I don't know who it was."