Marie Louise seized them by their hinder garments as they fled.
“You must not bother them.”
“Why not?” said Victor.
“Will so!” said Bettina, pawing to be free.
Marie Louise implored: “Please, please! They’ve gone.”
“Where?”
She cast her eyes up at that terrible query, and answered it vaguely.
“Away.”
“They might have told a fellow good-by,” Victor brooded.