"
But Pasquale's subtle Italian brain was paying but half attention
to me. I could read his inferences from Judith's observations,
and I could tell what she wanted him to infer. I seem to have
worn my sensory system outside instead of inside my skin this
evening.
"Ordeyne," said he, "you are a pig, and the great-grandfather of
pigs--"
"Foul" cried Carlotta, seizing on an intelligible point of the
conversation.
"Why didn't you present me to Mrs. Mainwaring in 1894.? I
declare I have thought myself allied to that man for twenty years
in bonds of the most intimate friendship, and he has never so
much as mentioned you to me."
"Seer Marcous says that Pasquale is a bad lot," remarked
Carlotta, with an air of sapience, after a sip of orangeade, a
revolting beverage which she loves to drink at her meals.
Pasquale threw back his handsome head and laughed again like the
chartered libertine he is, and Judith smiled.
"'Out of the mouths of babes, etc.,"' said I, apologetically.
"In all seriousness," said Pasquale to Judith, "I had no idea
that any one was such a close friend of Ordeyne's.
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