"It mitigates the monotony," she remarked, resting her rounded cheek
against the broom-handle.
"Where did you leave that gun?" I demanded in a low voice.
"Do you remember my reply to you on the stairs last night, Don Michael?"
"You bade me go to the devil."
"That was rude of me, wasn't it? And so frightfully vulgar! Oh, dear
me! I really don't know what I am coming to."
She smiled very gaily, however.
"Thusis," said I, "you wouldn't shoot up any of these kings and queens,
would you?"