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"There is a young Englishman well, it is no affair of mine, but I am told she loves him, yet is promised to another, an old man, too. Santa Mãe! That would not suit me if I were her age!" This home-coming of Carmela was quite an important event in its way. At first sight it bore the semblance of a mere disillusionment such as any girl might experience under like circumstances.
Well, don't tell any one else. Norman is to fight a duel." "To fight a duel and be killed?" gasped Mae. "You have but a poor opinion of my powers," laughed Norman, "although the German looked a veteran duellist from his scars. His face was fairly embroidered or fancy-worked with red lines. A sort of hem in his nose, and tucks and seams all over his cheeks.
It was not time yet to speak what he had in his heart to say, and what quivered on his tongue. So he only asked abruptly: "You will go with me to-morrow night for one of your gayest frolics, will you not? We will go down on the Corso for all the Mocoletti fun. I am very anxious to be in another of your good times." "O, would you like it?" said Mae; "I am so glad. I should delight in it.
Then, too, in the years that lead up to this moment Mae Munroe had taken on weight the fair, flabby flesh of lack of exercise and no lack of chocolate bonbons. And a miss is as good as a mile, or a barbed-wire fence, only so long as she keeps her figure down and her diet up. When Mae Munroe ran for a street-car she breathed through her mouth for the first six blocks after she caught it.
All these things were characteristic of Mae Smith, who personified unsuccessful, anxious middle-age.
I have told them how well you speak Italian and how you love Italy, and to-night, they say, you shall be one of us. So come." All this while Lisetta had been leading Mae swiftly down the corridor, until as she said these last words, she reached and pushed open the door.
"So am I." She sighed. "Wall then yo must end it." "How can I end it?" "Yo knaw how." "Oh Jim darling haven't I told you?" "Yo've toald mae noothin' that makes a hap'orth o' difference to mae. Yo've coom to mae. Thot's all I keer for." He put his hand on her shoulder and turned her toward the house-place. "Let me shaw yo t' house now you've coom." His voice pleaded and persuaded.
"That is you when you were one year old," he laughed, "and you could only crow and kick your small feet, and smile now and then, and cry the rest of the time." "That is about all I can do yet," said Mae. "Here comes number two," and he drew his hand across the sand and smoothed the baby image away, leaving in its place a round, sturdy little creature, poised dangerously on one foot.
"I'm only afraid," said Mae, "that after I had been down there a week, I should forget English, buy a contadina costume, marry a child of the sun, and run away from this big world with its puzzles and lessons, and rights and wrongs. Imagine me in my doorway as you passed in your travelling carriage, hot and tired on your way say to Sorrento.
He fancied himself and his pretty, nice, little sister all alone by their very selves, and he went so far as to expatiate on the vastness of the world, and how in this crowd there was no other life that bordered or touched on theirs. To which Mae replied: "You don't know; you may fall in love with one of these very Italian girls, or my future husband may be walking behind me now."
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