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Updated: June 26, 2025
"Is Seer Marcous still angry with me?" asked Carlotta, and the simple plaintiveness of her voice would have melted the bust of Nero. I lectured her on cruelty to animals. That one had duties of kindness towards the lower creation appealed to her as a totally new idea. Supposing the dog had broken all its legs and ribs, would she not have been sorry? She answered frankly in the negative.
"Oh, ye-es," said Carlotta. "I was very polite. I first asked if she was married. She said yes. Then I asked how her husband was. She said she didn't know. That was funny. Why does she not know, Seer Marcous?" "Never mind," said I, "go on telling me how polite you were." "I asked how many children she had. She said she had none. I said it was a pity.
"I thought I looked very pretty," said Carlotta, moving a step nearer. I sat down at my writing-table and fixed my eyes on my paper. "You are like a Houri that has been sent away from Paradise for misbehaviour," I said. She laughed her curious cooing laugh. "Hou! Seer Marcous is shocked!" And she ran, away, rubbing Polyphemus's nose against her face.
"I don't think so," said I. "I must begin soon," said Carlotta, with a laugh. A sinuous motion of her serpentine young body enabled her to bend her face down to mine. "Shall I love Seer Marcous? But how shall I know when I am in love?" "When you appreciate the exceeding impropriety of discussing the matter with your humble servant," I replied. "When a girl is in love she does not speak about it?"
"I used to love you in a different way, perhaps." "And now?" "Perhaps in the same sort of way, Carlotta." "I loved my baby because it was mine," she remarked, looking at the flames through one hand's delicate fingers. "I wanted to do everything for him and didn't want him to do anything for me. I would have died for him. It is so strange. Yes, I think you must love me like that, Seer Marcous.
Carlotta went to the mantel-piece and returned with a glutinous mass of sweet stuff between her fingers. "Will Seer Marcous have some? It is nougat." I declined. "Oh!" she said, tragically disappointed. "It is good." There is something in that silly creature's eyes that I cannot resist.
"Seer Marcous " she whispered. I took her hands in mine. "Oh, my dear," said I, "why did you leave me?" "I was wicked. And I was a little fool," said Carlotta. I sighed, released her, walked a bit apart. There was a blubber from the egregious old woman in the threshold. "Oh, Monsieur is not going to drive her away." I turned upon her.
"Such an appellation is anachronistic, incongruous, and infinitely absurd. I can't use it. I must take the liberty of addressing you as Carlotta." "But I've told you that Carlotta is my name," she said, in uncomprehending innocence. "And mine is Sir Marcus Ordeyne. People call me 'Sir Marcus." "Seer Marcous," said Carlotta.
Behold Carlotta in hastily slipped on dressing-gown, open in front, her hair streaming loose to her waist, her bare feet flashing pink beneath her night-dress. "Oh, Seer Marcous, darling, I am so frightened!" She ran forward and caught the lappels of my coat as I rose from my chair. "What is the matter?" "There is a mouse in my bed."
I must talk seriously to Antoinette. Her attitude towards Carlotta savours too much of idolatry. Demoralisation will soon set in, and the utter ruin of Carlotta and my digestion will be the result. I must also make Carlotta a small allowance. During tea she said to me, suddenly: "Seer Marcous is not married?" I said, no. She asked, why not?
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