Terence O'Rourke, Gentleman Adventurer
"Messieurs?" she asked with a certain dignity.
"So," drawled the elder officer, "you are a new maid, I presume?"
"Yes, messieurs," she replied, courtesying low—to hide her confusion, perhaps; for she was crimson under their bold appraisal of her charms.
"Ah! Name, little one?"
"Delphine, messieurs."
"Delphine, eh? A most charming name, for a most charming girl!"
"Merci, messieurs!"
She dropped a second humble courtesy. And O'Rourke caught himself fancying that she did so in mockery—though, indeed, such spirit would have assorted strangely with her lowly station.
But as she rose and confronted the men again, the elder took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, roughly twisting her face to the light.
"Strange—" he started to say; but the girl jerked away angrily.
"Pardon, messieurs," she said, "but I would—"
Nor did she finish what was on the tip of her tongue for utterance. For she was turning away, making as though to escape, when this younger man clasped her suddenly about the waist; and before she realized what was toward, he had kissed her squarely.
O'Rourke slid from his table seat, with a little low-toned oath. But for the moment he held himself back. It seemed as though Mademoiselle Delphine was demonstrating her ability to take care of herself.
Her white and rounded arm shot out impetuously, and her five fingers impinged upon the cheek of the younger man with
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