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Keeping my thumb in the place I returned to the
drawing-room.
"I'm sorry to have--" I began. I stopped short. I could
scarcely believe my eyes. There, conversing with Pasquale and
lolling on the sofa, as if she had known him for years, was
Carlotta.
She must have seen righteous disapprobation on my face, for she
came running up to me.
"You see, I've made Miss Carlotta's acquaintance," said Pasquale.
"So I perceive," said I.
"Stenson told me you wanted me to come to the drawing-room in my
red slippers," said Carlotta.
"I am afraid Stenson must have misdelivered my message," said I.
"Then you do not want me at all, and I must go away?"
Oh, those eyes! I am growing so tired of them. I hesitated, and
was lost.
"Please let me stay and talk to Pasquale."
"Mr. Pasquale," I corrected.
She echoed my words with a cooing laugh, and taking my consent for
granted, curled herself up in a corner of the sofa. I resumed my
seat with a sigh. It would have been boorish to turn her out.
"This is much nicer than Alexandretta, isn't it?" said Pasquale
familiarly.


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