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I thanked heaven she had tried her
unsuccessful experiment of powder and paint on my vile body and
not on that of a stranger.
"Do you--do you like England?" asked the old man.
"Oh, very--very much. Every one is so kind to me. It is a nice
place."
"It is the best place in the world to be young in," said he.
"Is it?" said Carlotta, with the simplicity of a baby.
"The very best."
"But is it not good to be old in?"
"No country is good for that."
The old man sighed and took his leave. I accompanied him to the
front door.
"I don't know what to say, Sir Marcus. She moves me strangely.
I never expected such sweet innocence. For my boy's sake, I
would take her in--but his mother knows nothing about it--save
that the boy is dead. It would kill her."
The tears rolled down the old man's cheeks. I grasped him by the
hand.
"She shall come to no manner of harm beneath my roof," said I.
Carlotta was waiting for me in the drawing-room. She looked at
me in a perplexed, pitiful way.
"Seer Marcous?"
"Yes?"
"Am I to marry him?"
"Marry whom?"
"That old gentleman.


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