“Hush!—Luckily; for she is out of reach.”
“Naturally. Herr Rittmeister von Orsova is a fine specimen of a man.”
“You are the genius of indiscretion. A splendid fellow.”
“I hope he is all through alike, and that the grit and pluck correspond to the spectacular part of the show.”
“Why should you doubt it?”
“I don’t for a moment. Only Nature does sometimes send out inferior goods in smart cases.”
“He is as brave as he is handsome.”
“Good! Oh, by——!”
“What is the matter?”
I had stopped in the waltz, with the result that the next couple cannoned against us severely. The reason of my sudden pull-up was something which in the whirl had passed my eye.