Three weeks away
from his world, near this winsome, strange, magnetic little being,
with the bay of Naples, and moonlight, and his own glories and her
loveliness! He couldn't give up this chance. No, no. He would surely see
her in a few hours after her troubles began, and comfort her. So he only
smiled quietly down at her again, as she stood troubled by his side, and
said: "Lisetta will seek you near your balcony if she knows where it is.
Don't be troubled."
"But where is my balcony?" asked Mae.
"Come here," said Bero, leading her slightly forward. She looked up and
saw the quiet side-window, where day after day the officer had flung
her the sweet flowers when no one was looking. "I know this place very
well," he said meaningly. Mae smiled a little cheerfully. "You have
beautiful taste," she replied, "I have never seen such exquisite
bouquets before."
Bero stroked his moustaches complacently. "You honor me, Signorina. I
hope you may receive many, many more beautiful flowers--from the same
hand.
Pages:
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170