And by the time we came to the top again, I was all ready
to cry. And then, mamma, I did an awful thing. Mr. Mann exclaimed: "Why,
Miss Mae, how frightened you look. You are quite white." And I answered
very sharply: "What a disagreeable man you are. I'm not frightened at
all." I said it in a dreadful tone, and how his face changed. He looked
so strangely. Everybody was still but Albert, and he said, "Why, Mae,
you are very rude to Mr. Mann." Even then I didn't apologize. So here we
are at sword's points, and all the rest sympathizing with my foe, who
is only on the defensive. Why am I such a belligerent? I can't conceive
where I got my nature, unless from that very disagreeable dear old
grandpapa of papa's, who fought the whole world all his life. But how
egotistic I am, even to my mother. Of course you want to know how we
are lodged and clothed and fed. We have taken apartments, as I presume
Albert wrote you, on the Via San Nicolo da Tolentino, quite near the
Costanzi hotel, which is in the height of the fashion as a hotel; near
too, which is better, to Mr.
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