"I would prefer not to have a hand in any further—that is, any deception," the consul objected gravely.
The girl was amazed 'and reproachful.
"Ah-h-h! Don' you lig joke? I thing aevery American do. Tha' 's not nize for me. I got be sawry I telling you all those. Alas! How that would be nize for you! You see him git angery so quick." She smote her hands together. "An' then he say those remark 'bout debbil an' hell, an' rush up the hill this away."
She again lifted her kimono, and acted it recklessly across the apartment.
"But, my dear madame—"
She came at him with a voice and movement that were resistlessly caressing. He perceived how useless it would be to protest further. He acknowledged her protean fascination.
"Ah-h-h! Please, augustness, to tell him? It will be that nize for me! Ah, you go'n' do it?—Yaes? Say so!"
The consul had capitulated to her voice and eyes. This was evident to her.
"Ah—thangs, most excellent. You the mos' bes' nize man in the worl'—"
She paused guiltily; even this purely
