These remarks do not apply to my game
with Carlotta, who is a child, and has to be amused. She has
picked up cribbage with remarkable quickness, and although this
is only the third evening we have played, she was getting the
better of me when Pasquale appeared.
I repeated my statement. Cribbage certainly was an excellent
game. Pasquale laughed.
"Of course it is. A venerable pastime. Darby and Joan have
played it of evenings for the last thousand years. Please go
on."
But Carlotta threw her cards on the table and herself on the sofa
and said she would prefer to hear Pasquale talk.
"He says such funny things."
Then she jumped from the sofa and handed him the box of
chocolates that is never far from her side. How lithe her
movements are!
"Pasquale says you were his schoolmaster, and used to beat him
with a big stick," she remarked, turning her head toward me,
while Pasquale helped himself to a sweet.
He was clumsy in his selection, and the box slipped from
Carlotta's hand and the contents rolled upon the floor.
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