"
"Even when I ran away?"
"Yes. Now, you see, I have been humdrum again, and half preached a
sermon."
"All right, sir; so long as you take me for a text, you may preach as
you want to, and by and by, I dare say, I shall agree with you."
"It would have been a great deal more interesting if you had married
that Italian."
"How do you know I could have married that Italian, my lord? He is going
to marry a girl as much more beautiful than I am as--as Bero himself is
than you--and yet I would rather have you. And now, don't you dare look
at me in that way. I'll never say another nice thing to you if you do.
This artist will think we are--"
"Lovers, my dear. And aren't we?"
* * * * *
Ten days later Norman entered with a letter for Mae. "Read it to
me," she said, throwing back the blinds and leaning her elbows on the
window-cushion.
"It is from Lillia. Would you rather read it yourself?" "O, no." So
Norman read what Lillia had written in her pretty broken English:
"My DEAR MISS MAE:--Thank you of all my heart for your so lovely gift.
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