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She could have done the same with the soul of Carlotta.
But the age of miracles is past, and I fear the Little Sisters
would only break their gentle hearts over her. She is an
extraordinary creature."
I know I ought to have given some consideration to the proposal;
but I think I must suffer from chronic inflammation of the
logical faculty. It revolted against the suggested congruity of
Carlotta and the Little Sisters of St. Bridget.
"What can she be like?" asked the old man, wonderingly.
"Would it pain you to see her?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, in a low voice. "It would. But perhaps it would
bring me nearer to my unhappy boy. He seems so far away."
I rang the bell and summoned Carlotta.
"Perhaps you had better not say who you are," I suggested.
When Carlotta entered, he rose and looked at her---oh, so
wistfully.
"This, Carlotta," said I, "is a friend of mine, who would like to
make your acquaintance."
She advanced shyly and held out a timid hand. Obviously she was
on her best behaviour.


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