I took Miss Kitty in my arms and kissed her." "You--kissed--Kitty ?" Killigrew fell back into his chair, limp.

For a moment there had been black murder in his heart; now he wondered whether to weep or laugh.

The reaction was too sudden to admit of coherent thought.

"You kissed Kitty ?" he repeated mechanically.
"Yes, sir." "What did she do ?" "I did not wait to learn, sir." Killigrew got up and walked the length of the room several times, his chin in his collar, his hands clasped behind his back, under his coat-tails.

The fifth passage carried him out on to the veranda.