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At first he was so nice, but after a little oh, Seer Marcous dear, he was so cruel." There was a short silence. Antoinette wept by the door, uttering little half-audible exclamations "la pauvre petite, le cher ange!" Carlotta regarded me wistfully. I saw a new look of suffering in her eyes. For myself I felt numb with pain. "What kind of a pension were you living in?"
"Seer Marcous is my lord and I am his slave," was her astounding reply. Then I realised that she had been brought up by Hamdi Effendi. There is something salutary, after all, in the training of the harem. "I'm very glad to hear it," I said. She closed her eyes. I saw now she was very tired. I thought she had gone to sleep and I looked in front of me puzzling out the problem.
Seer Marcous " she said after a little pause and then stopped. "Yes?" "I am going to have a baby." She said it in the old, childlike way, oblivious of difference of sex; with her little foreign insistence on the final consonants. I glanced hurriedly at her. The fact was obvious. She stood with her hands helplessly outspread. The pathos of her would have wrung the heart of a devil.
"What is sex?" asked Carlotta. "It is the Fundamental Blunder of Creation," said I. "I do not understand," said Carlotta. "Nobody tries to understand Sir Marcus," said Pasquale, cheerfully. "We just let him drivel on until he is aware no one is listening." "Seer Marcous is very wise," said Carlotta, in serious defence of her lord and master. "All day he reads in big books and writes on paper."
She read, stared for a bit in front of her and turned to me with a piteous look. I drew her to me, and she laid her face against my shoulder. "I don't know why I'm crying, Seer Marcous, dear," she said, after a while. I made her drink some of my tea, but she would eat nothing, and presently she went upstairs. She had not said that she was glad. She had wept and not known the reason for her tears.
"It is mine, mine and I shall not allow any one to touch it " and then her face softened "except Seer Marcous." Behold Carlotta again installed in my house which she regarded as her home. Heaven forbid that I should sow any doubt thereof in her mind. I had learned perhaps one lesson: the meaning of love.
"Go on," said Carlotta, encouragingly. "What do you mean?" I asked, taken aback. "Oh, you darling Seer Marcous," cried Carlotta. "It is so lovely to hear you talk!" So I went on talking, and the distress occasioned by the "Scarlet Letter" was forgotten. I have mentioned Carlotta's needlework.
But I did not flirt with the little priest. Oh, no! I told him he must not make love to me like the young man from the grocer's. And I told him that if he wrote poetry you would beat him. So I have been very good. And darling Seer Marcous, I want to come back very much, but Mrs. McMurray says I must stay, and she is going to have a baby and I am very happy and good, and Mr.
She yielded, and this time the whole soul of Carlotta came to me in the kiss. "It's beautiful to snuggle up against you again," said my ever direct Carlotta, after a while. "I haven't done it oh, for such a long time." She sighed contentedly. "Seer Marcous " "You must call me Marcus now," said I, somewhat fatuously. She shook her head as it lay on my shoulder. "No.
"Seer Marcous, let us go to the little horses." She has a consuming passion for petits chevaux. I speak sagely of the evils of gambling. She laughs. I weakly take lower ground. "What is the good? You have no money." "Oh-h! But only two francs," she says, holding out her hand. "Not one. Yesterday you lost." "But to-day I shall win. I want to give you something I saw in a shop.
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