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"To Sir Marcus's mantel-piece. Suppose we stay there."
"There is you and me and Mrs. Mainwaring," said the literal
Carlotta, "and I am the big one in the middle. It was made big--
big," she added, extending her arms in her exaggerating way. "I
was wearing this dress."
"Mr. Pasquale and I will have to enlarge our frames, Marcus,"
said Judith, "or we shall be jealous. We shall have to make
common cause together."
"We will declare an inoffensive alliance," laughed Pasquale.
"Offensive if you like," said Judith.
It may have been some effect of the glitter of lights, but I vow
I saw a swift interchange of glances. Pasquale immediately
turned to Carlotta with a jesting remark, and Judith engaged me
in conversation on our old days in Rome. Suddenly she swerved
from the topic, and leaning forward, indicated our companions
with an imperceptible motion of her head.
"Don't you think," she said in a low voice, "they are a
well-matched pair? Both young and picturesque; it would solve
many things."
I glanced round.
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