"Really, madam," he said bitingly, "I am sorry to have spoiled it--to have 'let down the scene,' as they say on the stage. But as I seem to have offended you I shall take my leave." "If you do," she cried, "I shall never speak to you again. I swear it!" He stood irresolute. After all, she looked such a darling when she was angry.... "Well," he said, temporizing, "if I stay for a while, will you promise to be sensible?" "Never!" she flashed, stamping her foot, and darted from the room. Amusement and anger struggled for the victory in Lionel's heart. "Confound her for her folly!" he thought, and then, "Bless her for her inconsequence!" He sat down and lighted a cigarette, expecting her return at any minute, determined to stick to his resolve and sleep at home. When twenty minutes had passed he reflected, "She is standing on her dignity. How foolish!" Ten minutes later he murmured, with a pained accent, "She is human after all." By the time his fourth cigarette was half-consumed he had fairly lost his temper. "This is not good enough," he said; "I will let myself out and call to-morrow. If she refuses to see me, at least I shall have kept my self-respect. No woman shall treat me like a dog." Grumbling, he opened the door and went quietly out into the hall. He listened for a moment, waiting to give her the chance to reappear and part as friends. There was no sound: if it had not been for the light still burning in the hall he would have sworn that the household had gone to sleep. With a sigh he put on his hat and opened the inner door. He anticipated no trouble with the outer barrier, but in this he was wrong. It was padlocked, and flight was impossible. His sense of humor conquered resentment, and he smiled. "I give in," he thought: "well, I have tried to be a good boy." He hung up his hat again and returned to the sitting-room. Then he rang the bell. As he had expected, it was answered by the maid. "Monsieur wishes to retire?" she asked, with a polite sympathy for a handsome man. "I should prefer to be let to go home," he said pleasantly, "but I suppose I'm to be kept a prisoner." The maid looked puzzled. "Madame has locked the door and gone to sleep this half-hour. I dare not wake her for the keys. Besides, she expects you to remain." "Then will you show me my room, please?" he said, accepting defeat. Whether Mizzi was as innocent as she seemed he could not decide, but now he was determined to let things take their course. She held the door open for him, and as he passed he caught an amused twinkle in her eyes. He yearned to give her a good shaking and say "Explain!" and presently kiss her heartily, for she was exceedingly attractive. This impulse he controlled, and the next moment found himself in his bedroom. "Breakfast is at half past nine," said Mizzi, as she drew a curtain. "At what time does monsieur wish to be called?" "Oh ... about nine o'clock ... thank you ... good night."