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Carlotta burst out crying in the midst of the promenade.
The tears did not romantically come into her eyes as they had
done an hour before; but she wept copiously, after the
unrestrained manner of children, and used her pocket-
handkerchief. From their seats women put up their lorgnons to
look at her, passers-by turned round and stared. The whole of
the gaily dressed throng seemed to be one amused gaze. In' a
moment or two I became conscious that reprehensory glances were
being directed towards myself, calling me, as plain as eyes could
call, an ill-conditioned brute, for making the poor young
creature, who was at my mercy, thus break down in public. It was
a charming situation for an even-tempered philosopher. We walked
stolidly on, I glaring in front of me and Carlotta weeping. The
malice of things arranged that ne. neighbouring chair should be
vacant, and that the path should be unusually crowded. I had the
satisfaction of hearing a young fellow say to a girl:
"He? That's Ordeyne--came into the baroaetcy--mad as a dingo
dog.


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