As though my lips burned, she drew back.
"Have a care, monsieur; have a care," she said, icily.

"Such a kiss has to be won." I stammered an apology and stepped out.

Then I heard a low laugh.
"Good night, Mr.Hillars; you are a brave gentleman!" The door closed and the vehicle sped away into the darkness.
I stood looking after it, bewildered.

Her last words were spoken in pure English.
With the following evening came the dinner; and I as a guest, a nervous, self-conscious guest, who started at every footstep.

I was presented to the King, who eyed me curiously.