“Tiens, why should we play games?”
As he spoke, he picked her up in his arms and she realised with a sense of shock that he was intending to carry her to the couch which she had noticed was against one wall.
“No, no! No!” she screamed.
Then realising how helpless she was, without even thinking, she struck at him with the scissors which she still held in her right hand.
They seemed to sink almost too easily into something soft.
As the Comte gave a cry and dropped her, she realised she had dug them into his body through his tight-fitting champagne-coloured pantaloons just below his waistcoat.
While she struggled to find her feet and save herself from falling on the floor, the Comte put both hands over the scissors, which were still sticking into him.
As they clattered to the floor, th
