"It is to be an hour at my disposal," he explained with another grotesque bow. "I think that was the wager?" "Y-yes." "Unless," he remarked carelessly, "you desire the--ah--privilege and indisputable prerogative of your delightful sex." "The privilege of my sex? What is that?" she asked, dangerously polite. "Why, to change your divine mind--repudiate the obligation----" "Harlequin!" "Madame?" with an elaborate and wriggling bow. "I pay what I owe--always.... _Always!_ Do you understand?" The Harlequin bowed again in arabesques, very low, yet with a singular and almost devilish grace: "Madame concedes that the poor Harlequin has won his wager?" "Yes, I do--and you don't appear to be particularly humble, either." "Madame insists on paying?" he inquired suavely. "Yes, of course I do!" she said, uneasily. "I promised you an hour out of my life. Am I to pay it now?" "You pay by the minute--one minute a day for sixty days. I am going to take the first minute now. _Perhaps_ I may ask for the other fifty-nine, also." "How?" "Shall I show you how?" "Very well." "A magic pass or two, first," he said gaily, crooking one spangled knee and spinning around. Then he whipped out his lathe-sword, held it above his head, coolly passed a glittering arm around her waist, and looked down into her flushed face. "You will have to count out the sixty seconds," he said. "I shall be otherwise occupied, and I can't trust myself to do two things at once." "_What_ are you about to do? Sink through a trap-door with me?" "I am about to salute you with the magic kiss. After that you'll be my Columbine forever." "That is not included in the bet! Is it?" she asked in real consternation. "I may do as I please with my hour, may I not?" "Was it the bet that you were to be at liberty to--to kiss me?" "I control absolutely an hour out of your life, do I not? I may use it as I please. You had better count out sixty seconds." She looked down, biting her lip, and touched one hand against her cheeks, alternately, as though to cool them with the snowy contact. He waited in silence for her reply. "Very well," she said resolutely, "if you elect to use the first minute of your hour as frivolously as that, I must submit, I suppose." And she began to count aloud, rapidly: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ni----" Her face was averted; he could see the tip of one small ear all aflame. Presently she ventured a swift glance around at him and saw that he was laughing. "Ten, eleven, twelve," she counted nervously, still watching him; "thirteen, fourteen, fifteen--" panic threatened her; she doubled both hands in the effort of self-control and timed her counting as though the rapid beating of the tempo could hasten her immunity--"sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, one, two, three----" "Play fair!" he exclaimed. "I am trying to. Can't I say it that way up to ten, and then say thirty?"