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Antoinette and I had to drag it stone cold from Carlotta's bosom. I alone carried it to burial. The little white coffin rested on the opposite seat of the hired brougham, and on it was a bunch of white flowers given by Antoinette. In the cemetery chapel another fragment of humanity awaited sepulture, and the funeral service was read over both bodies. I stood alone by the little white coffin.
"Well, consider it the Golden Gate terminus of the 'Earth, Hades and Olympus Railway' if you like. I'm off on a branch line to meet a beauteous duchessa at Ealing oh, an authentic one, I assure you." "Why should I doubt it?" said I. Stenson, whom I had brought to look after Carlotta's luggage, came up and touched his hat. "Train just signalled, sir."
Doubtless she babbled of western life with its freedom and joyousness for women; but four years have elapsed since her death, and her stories are only elusive memories in Carlotta's mind. It is strange that among the deadening influences of the harem she has kept the hereditary alertness of the Englishwoman.
I lay on the stones, sick and very sore, till a neighbor, Antonio the carpenter, who works in the little square, a good lad, picked me up and carried me home." As she speaks, Carlotta's eyes glitter like a serpent's. She shakes all over. "Lord have mercy!" exclaims Brigitta, looking hard at her; "that was bad!"
"What is certain is that, though your carriage and Sorelli's and Carlotta's are still there, by the Rotunda pavement, M. le Comte de Chagny's carriage is gone." "This has nothing to say to ..." "I beg your pardon. Was not M. le Comte opposed to your marriage with Mlle. Daae?" "That is a matter that only concerns the family."
"You please me so much, Carlotta," said I, "that I have bought this for you." Before I had completed the sentence, and before I knew what she was after, her arms were round my neck and she was hugging me like a child. I have never experienced such an odd sensation in my life as the touch of Carlotta's fresh young arms upon my face and the perfume of spring violets that emanated from her person.
I had anticipated something original. I had looked forward to some amusement. But, really, my dear Marcus, she is bete a pleurer weepingly stupid." "She certainly can weep," said I. "Oh, can she?" said Judith, as if the announcement threw some light on Carlotta's character. "And when she cries, I suppose you, like a man, give in and let her have her own way?" And Judith laughed again.
The devil seems to be driving all womankind to ask me that question. "Because wives are an unmitigated nuisance," said I. A curious smile came over Carlotta's face. It was as knowing as Dame Quickly's. "Then-" "Have one of these cakes," said I, hurriedly. "There is chocolate outside and the inside is chock-full of custard."
Carlotta's lovely eyes flashed surprise and delight before she lowered them. "But, Daddy," she said. "He hasn't got very much money. And it takes a great deal of money for me." "You had better learn to get along with less then," snapped Harrison Cressy. "I tell you, Carlotta, money is nothing the stupidest, most useless, rottenest stuff in the world." Carlotta opened her eyes very wide.
Richard's stifled voice was heard calling to Carlotta: "Well, go on!" No, Carlotta did not go on ... Bravely, heroically, she started afresh on the fatal line at the end of which the toad had appeared. An awful silence succeeded the uproar. Carlotta's voice alone once more filled the resounding house: "I feel without alarm ..." The audience also felt, but not without alarm. ..
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