"Father said all strangers should, and I think it brings good luck." From the doorstep she looked round at Harz, then ran into the house. A broad, thick-set man, with stiff, brushed-up hair, a short, brown, bushy beard parted at the chin, a fresh complexion, and blue glasses across a thick nose, came out, and called in a bluff voice: "Ha! my good dears, kiss me quick prrt!
"Prrt!" said Herr Paul, looking at Miss Naylor. The little lady indeed opened her mouth wide, but all that came forth was a tiny squeak, as sometimes happens when one is anxious to say something, and has not arranged beforehand what it shall be. The affair seemed ended; Harz heaved a sigh of satisfaction. But Herr Paul had still a card to play.