How dare they accuse me of flirting? I flirt, pah! I'd like to
run away. This stupid, stupid life!" And so on till the sentences grew
more human. "I suppose Mr. Mann thinks I am horrid, but I don't care.
I wish I could see Eric, he wouldn't blame me so. What a goose I am to
mind anyway. The Carnival is coming! Even these old tombs must give way
for ten whole riotous days. I must make them madly merry days. I wonder
how I will look in my domino. I suppose the pink one is mine."
So Miss Mae dried her eyes, picked her deshabille self from the window
seat, turned up the light, slipped into her pink and white carnival
attire, and walked to the window again.
"This is the Corso all full of people, and I'll pelt them merrily,
so, and so, and so!" She reached forth her bare, round arm into the
darkness, and looked down, where, full under the street light, gazing up
at her, stood the Piedmontese officer.
It was at that very moment that Norman Mann put down his Sismondi, and
looked from his window also.
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