The names being misspelled, she never suspected the real facts.

"That was a brave man," she said, when she had finished. "It must have
been splendid. I wish I could have seen it. How it must have astonished
those villagers. I would like to kiss the man who performed that feat."

"Would you?" said Jack laughingly. "I will tell him so when I meet him."

"Please do," said Grace. "He must have been a grand matador from Spain,"
and springing up, she caught a tidy from the furniture, danced around the
room with it, holding it in both hands as though bating an angry bull,
and suddenly dropping it, made a grab for an imaginary ring and horn, and
twisting both wrists quickly, cried out: "Did I not down his highness
beautifully?"

"Beautifully," said Browning, "and when I meet the man I will tell him of
your vivid imitation."

"And don't forget to tell him I would like to kiss him," said Grace,
laughing.

"Maybe I can fix it so you can tell him yourself, Grace."

"Do you know him, Jack?" asked Rose.

Jack smiled and said, "Perhaps."

"What do you mean, Jack?" asked Grace.

"I know the man, Grace; and so do you," said Jack.