When she left--it was perhaps in bad taste, but I gave her a quite heavy
four figure cheque.
"For the education of Georgine--Suzette."
She flung her arms round my neck and kissed me frankly on both cheeks,
and tears were brimming over in her merry black eyes.
"Thou hast after all a heart, and art after all a gentleman,
Nicholas--_Va!_--"--and she ran from the room.