Cool? No, I wasn't. Not a bit of it. He was daffy with the sight of
me in all that glory, and I knew it.
"Nance," he whispered, "you wonderful girl, if I didn't know about that
little thief up at the Bronsonia I'd--I'd marry you alive, just for the
fun of piling pretty things on you."
"The deuce you would!" I sailed past him, with Topham and my Lord in
my wake.
They didn't leave me till they'd stripped me clean. I felt like a
Christmas tree the day after. But, somehow, I didn't care.