removed the handkerchief hand and pushed up the smelling salts under her nose. She sighed, and then was seized by another sharp convulsion. She trembled, shuddered, emitted a gargling groan and struggled for breath. The vinaigrette bottle clattered on the floor.
"Got save us! You feel easier?'ve must buck up, de gompany be soon here."
"I can't go through with it," she moaned faintly.
"Vat rascal have got you in dis gondition?" said the chivalrous Colonel. "Your osband, he is onkind? I call him out, I schpit him mit my sword.—No, Mildred gone to bed mit de sword. I play him a fatal jackpot.—Lady, lady, tell to me vat is wrong mit your bosoms."
"I can't tell you," she gasped. "It would offend you."
"Nodding ladies ever did could offend Cointreau," he declared soothingly. "Alvays I prepare for de vorst."
She shook her head, and mopped her eyes hopelessly.
