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If only Judith were here to advise me! And yet I have an uneasy feeling that Judith will suggest, with a certain violence that is characteristic of her, the one course which I cannot follow: to send Carlotta back to Hamdi Effendi. But I cannot break my word. I would rather, far rather, break Carlotta's beautiful neck. I have not written to Judith.
A hand seemed to catch Carlotta's heart and hold it. "They're old friends." "Piffle! Being an old friend doesn't make you look at a girl as if you wanted to take a bite out of her. Mark my word, Miss Harrison, she'll never finish her training; she'll marry him. I wish," concluded the probationer plaintively, "that some good-looking fellow like that would take a fancy to me. I'd do him credit.
I have gathered into my arms the one-eyed cat, and buried my face in his fur where Carlotta's face has been buried. "That's the way I should like to be kissed!" Oh, my dear, my dear, were you here now, that is the way I should kiss you! I have gone upstairs and wandered about her room. Antoinette has prepared it for her reception to-night, as usual.
"These two hours have I been within. Cornaro was with me. Another mahona may have chanced to land, coming from Africa with some other Valentine to do Carlotta's bidding and assert her claim to this uneasy crown of Cyprus; this Valentine of Montolipho, poor youth, having no longer a brain to work her schemes. But danger from within is less easy to quell."
"I have made it my business," said Stenson, "to obtain accurate information as to every detail of Mademoiselle Carlotta's attire when she left the house this morning." I faded into insignificance. Stenson was a man after the Inspector's heart. A few eager questions brought the desired result. "Any special mark or characteristics?" "A white scar above the left temple," said Stenson.
"Unfortunately Phil didn't at all care for the exhibit because it happened that I had fallen in love with a man instead of a puppet. I could have told you coming to Dunbury was no earthly use if you had consulted me. Phil did not take to your plan, did he?" "He did not." "And he told you he didn't care for me any more?" Carlotta's voice was suddenly a little low. "He did not.
"If every fool of a woman who wrote a letter burnt it, there would be less trouble in the world," she said, and lay back among her pillows. The assistant said nothing. She was sleepy and irritated, and she had crushed her best cap by letting the lid of Carlotta's trunk fall on her. She went out of the room with disapproval in every line of her back.
It is curious that I cannot recall Pasquale having alluded, in Carlotta's presence, to our early days.
But all the same I soon found myself a cipher in the house, where the triumvirate of the negligible sex, Antoinette, the nurse and Carlotta, reigned despotically. To write much of Carlotta's happiness would be to treat of sacred things at which I can only guess. She dwelt in rapture. The joy and meaning of the universe were concentrated in the tiny bundle of pink flesh that lay on her bosom.
If she thinks I am going to sit and let the wind which comes over Primrose Hill drive me mad like Gastibelza, l'homme a la carabine, in Victor Hugo's poem, she is vastly mistaken. From this hour henceforth I swear she is nothing to me; I will eat and sleep and laugh as if she had never existed. Polyphemus, curled up in Carlotta's old place on the sofa, regards me with his sardonic eye.
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