Later, there'd be a run on the beach, and a ride on a donkey,
and a dance, with delirious music and frolic. And then the moon and
quiet,--and I would steal away from the crowd, and take a little boat,
and float and drift--"
"Alone?" asked Bero, softly. "Surely, you wouldn't condemn a
mountaineer's yellow moustache, or a soldier's spurs and sword, if at
heart he was really a child of the sun also? May I share your day of
Heaven? It would be paradise for me, too." All this in the same soft,
deferential manner.
"Well, well," half laughed, half sighed Mae. "All this is a dream,
unless, indeed, I go home with Lisetta."
"Who is Lisetta?"
"Our padrona's cousin. She is here on a visit. She lives within a mile
of Sorrento, on the coast. She goes home at the end of Carnival. Oh,
how I do long for Carnival," continued Mae, frankly and confidentially.
"Don't you? I am like a child over it, I am trying already to persuade
Eric--that is my brother--to take me down on the Corso the last night,
for the Mocoletti.
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