Yet I could not have taken her out into the street.
She looked like Jezebel, who without her paint must have been,
like Carlotta, a remarkably handsome person.
"It strikes me, Carlotta," said I, "that you will find England is
Alexandretta upside down. What is wrong there is right here, and
vice versa. Now if you want to please me run away and clean
yourself and take off those barbaric and Brummagem earrings."
She went and was absent a short while. She returned in dismay.
Water would not get it off. I rang for Antoinette, but
Antoinette had gone out. It being too delicate a matter for
Stenson, I fetched a pot of vaseline from my own room, and as
Carlotta did not know what to make of it, I with my own hands
cleansed Carlotta. She screamed with delight, thinking it vastly
amusing. Her emotions are facile. I cannot deny that it amused
me too. But I am in a responsible position, and I am wondering
what the deuce I shall be doing next.
I enjoyed the drive to Richmond, where I gave her tea at the Star
and Garter and was relieved to see her drink normally from the
cup, instead of lapping from the saucer like a kitten.
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