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Carlotta
will not mind."
We went into the dining-room. I took her hand which was cold, in
spite of the July warmth.
"Well, my dear," said I. "What do you think of my young savage
from Asia Minor?"
Judith laughed--I am sure not naturally.
"Is that all you wanted to say to me?"
She withdrew her hand, and tidied her hair in the mirror of the
overmantel.
"I think she is a most uninteresting young woman. I am
disappointed. I had anticipated something original. I had
looked forward to some amusement. But, really, my dear Marcus,
she is _bete a pleurer_--weepingly stupid."
"She certainly can weep," said I.
"Oh, can she?" said Judith, as if the announcement threw some
light on Carlotta's character. "And when she cries, I suppose
you, like a man, give in and let her have her own way?" And
Judith laughed again.
"My dear Judith," said I; "you have no idea of the wholesome
discipline at Lingfield Terrace."
Suddenly with one of her disconcerting changes of front, she
turned and caught me by the coat-lappels.


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