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Oh, any one may hear," she said, in answer to a gesture of Friedrich's. "I am quite indifferent now. Did the Baron tell you that Max shot himself because I r-refused to give up a flirtation? It is quite tr-rue. I lied to you, Friedrich, and I did an injustice to a man who had conquered the follies of his life. Ah, Mrs. Car-roll, I did not love my husband or vear his name vorthily.
Vendell!" Hilda was so adorably regretful, and her lack of mastery of her was so captivating, that John was desperately sorry that he had taken advantage of her preoccupation. "It was Mrs. Car-roll who beat me, not you," she said. "I was listening to her and not thinking." "Of me? You never do," he whispered.
"I like to hear you speak my name," he said, with a slight hesitation in his breath. "Say it again." "Car-roll, Car-roll, Car-roll," she murmured gently to herself two or three times, as if enjoying her own native trilling of the r's. "It's a pretty name. It sounds like a song. Don Carroll, eh! El Capitan Don Carroll." "But my first name is Henry," he said, faintly. "'Enry that's not so good.
Car-roll," she said, in English, "Baron von Sternburg has brought news that compels me to leave Oakwood soon yes, to-morrow. I hope you know how gr-rateful I am to you for your hospitality. Your kindness alvays vill be a br-right spot in my life!" She looked charmingly young and very lovely as she stooped and kissed the old lady's cheek. "To-morrow?
It was not to tell me your name that I knew already was pretty Car-roll!" she murmured again, caressing him with her lashes; "it was not for this that you asked me to meet you face to face in this cold" she made a movement of drawing her lace over her shoulders "cold daylight. That belonged to the lights and the dance and the music of last night.
In the music, in the flowers, in the moonlight, one says everything; in the morning one has breakfast when one is not asked to have councils of war with captains and commandantes. You would speak of my sister, Captain Car-roll go on. Dona Amita Carroll sounds very, very pretty. I shall not object." She held out both her hands to him, threw her head back, and smiled.
For the same reason a kitten won't come when she's called, I suppose." "Even though she wants to?" "Who knows what a kitten wants?" "It would give me the gr-reatest of pleasure, Miss Car-roll, to shake you!" "I don't doubt it." "It is such a hard blow to my vanity that you r-ran. See, I tr-ry to comfort myself in this question: Perhaps you did not know it was I whose horse you heard?"
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