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You have all seen the accusation in Mr. Selwyn's eye, you have considered the unbiassed evidence of the lovely Carlotti' 'But jurors can't give evidence, muttered Mr. Dunckley. 'My dear sir, I know she can't, but she did, said Smyth triumphantly. 'Oyez, oyez all in favour' 'But, interrupted the American, 'are we not to hear any one for the defence?
Lady Durwent did her best, but as she knew nothing of music, nor he anything of anything else, the situation was becoming difficult, when the entrance of Madame Carlotti brought welcome relief.
'To be the personification of Italy in dreary London is more than an accomplishment; it it' 'It is a boon, said Dunckley, coming to the aid of his floundering loved one. 'Exactly, said Lady Durwent with a sigh of relief. 'Madame Lucia Carlotti Mr. Selwyn of New York. 'Buona sera, signora. 'Buona sera, signore.
'Yes, said Pyford gloomily; 'London is only seven hours from Paris. 'Ah Parigi! ejaculated Madame Carlotti with the fervour born of the feeling in all Latin women that Paris is their spiritual capital.
Austin Selwyn rose from his bed and looked at Berners Street glistening in a sunlight that must have warmed the heart of Madame Carlotti herself. With a lazy pleasure in the process, he recalled the picture of Elise Durwent sitting in the dim shadows of the firelit room; he felt again the fragrance of her person as he leaned over her with the lighted match.
But we who are not so comment dirai-je? so self-complete must rely on frivolous things like una buona cena. 'Don't believe in 'em, reiterated the resolutionist; 'three regular' 'Ah, c'est mauvais, gesticulated Madame Carlotti, who alternated between Italian and French phrases in London, and kept her best English for the Continent. 'Mr.
'Speaking of America, said Mrs. Le Roy Jennings a few minutes later, Johnston Smyth having sat down in order to do justice to the wine of Portugal, 'she is in the very vanguard of progress. Women have achieved an independence there unknown elsewhere in the world. 'That is true, said Lady Durwent, who knew nothing whatever about it. 'You are right, said Madame Carlotti.
I broke in, "who is to meet who, and who is to get stabbed?" "They're going to stab Demonio." "And who brought the letter?" "Demonio." "Well, now, Demonio must be a clam! What did he bring it for?" "Oh, but he don't know what's in it, that's just the slick part of it," and Sinclair began to snigger to himself at the thought of it. "You see, this Carlo Carlotti the Condottiere..."
He stooped low and pressed a light kiss on the Neapolitan's hand, thus taking the most direct route obtainable by an Anglo-Saxon to the good graces of a woman of Italy. 'How well you speak Italian! cooed Madame Carlotti; 'so like one of us. The American bowed. It was rarely he achieved a reputation with so little effort.
Lady Durwent glanced, interrogatively about the table; Madame Carlotti took a hitch in her gown; Norton Pyford emptied his glass and sat pensively staring at it as if it had hardly done what he expected, but on the whole he felt inclined to forgive it; Johnston Smyth made a belated attempt to be sentimental with the Honourable Miss Durwent, whose lips, always at war with each other, merely parted in a smile that utterly failed to bring any sympathy from her eyes; Mrs.
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