"You must not.

You forget.

It is easy for you, for you are good--yes, so good.

You think I did not notice in the street, but I see.
You treat me like a lady, and now you kiss my hand, the hand of the girl of the street....

Non, non!" she protested vehemently, her eyes alight.
"I would kiss your feet!" Outside, in the darkened street, Peter walked slowly home.