It would be too ridiculous, and the servants would certainly tell the story all about the town.

Better for a while longer to put up with the company of this odious Spaniard than to become a laughing stock in an attempt to fly.

Besides, even if she found herself on the other side of it, could she shut the door in his face?
Would her promise let her, and would he consent?
"Yes," she answered briefly, "I will call my servant." Then for the first time the Count became complimentary in a dignified Spanish manner.
"Let no base-born menial hold the foot which it is an honour for an hidalgo of Spain to touch.

I am your servant," he said, and resting one knee on the snow-covered step he waited.
Again there was nothing to be done, so Lysbeth must needs thrust out her foot from which very delicately and carefully he unstrapped the skate.
"What Jack can bear Jill must put up with," muttered Lysbeth to herself as she advanced the other foot.

Just at that moment, however, the door behind them began to open.
"She who buys," murmured Montalvo as he commenced on the second set of straps.