"Hamdi--he's down there--he saw me."
I sprang to her assistance and put my arm around her.
"Nonsense, dear," said I.
But Pasquale, looking around the house, cried:
"By Jove! she's right. I would recognise the old villain a
thousand years hence in Tartarus. There he is."
I left Carlotta, and the first person my eyes rested upon in the
stalls was my obese but suave Oriental, regarding the box with an
impassive countenance.
"That's Hamdi Effendi, all right," said Pasquale.
Carlotta clutched my arms as I joined her at the back of the box.
"Oh, take me away, Seer Marcous, take me away," she moaned
piteously. My poor child was white and shaken with fear. I
again put my arm round her.
"No harm can happen to you, dear," I said, soothingly.
"Oh, darling Seer Marcous, take me home," cried Carlotta.
"Very well," said I. I helped her on with her wrap, and
apologising to the two others, begged them to remain.
"We'll all go together," said Judith quietly.
"And form a body-guard," laughed Pasquale.
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