She rose too, startled, on quick defensive. He said, in reply to her glance:
“Why shouldn’t I call you Jeanne?”
“You haven’t the right.”
“What if I gain it?”
“How?”
“I don’t know,” said Doggie.
The door burst suddenly open and the anxious face of Mo Shendish appeared.
“’Ere, you silly cuckoo, don’t yer know you’re on guard to-night? You’ve just got about thirty seconds.”
“Good lord!” cried Doggie, “I forgot. Bon soir, mademoiselle. Service militaire,” and he rushed out.
Mo lingered, with a grin, and jerked a backward thumb.