"Seriously——"
"I am quite serious, Don Michael."
"You're bent on searching their luggage," said I. "And Ferdinand has two big automatic pistols."
"You're such a funny boy," said Thusis with her adorable smile. "But now you must run away and let me do my dusting."
Her sleeves were rolled to her shoulders. I had never seen such perfect arms except in Greek sculpture. I said so, impulsively. And Thusis blushed.
"That is the sort of thing I had rather you did not say," she remarked.
"But if it's quite true, Thusis——"
"Does one blurt out anything merely because one believes it to be true? Besides, ill-made or agreeable, my arms do not concern you, Monsieur O'Ryan."
"Everything that you are concerns me very deeply, Thusis——"
"I will not have it so!"