And shall kiss him then and there’——
‘Oh, indeed,’ remarked Miss Wynter with a scornful sniff.
Dick continued:
‘But should she her lips deny,
Then shall she unwedded die,
And he wed another fair:
Listen, maids—beware! beware!
‘That is the midmost stone, ma petite, on which you are standing.’
Miss Wynter tossed her head. ‘Perhaps, sir, if you have quite done attitudinising, you will allow me to cross.’
‘Avec plaisir—when you have paid the customary toll.’