He was silent a while, and then
he added--"Perhaps she wouldn't have done so if you had remained."
He has a little innocent way! "Very likely she would have dispensed with
the ceremony," I answered, drily.
"Upon my word," he said, "you _have_ analysed her!"
"You ought to be grateful to me. I have done for you what you seem
unable to do for yourself."
"I don't see any Camerino in my case," he said.
"Perhaps among those gentlemen I can find one for you."
"Thank you," he cried; "I'll take care of that myself!" And he went
away--satisfied, I hope.
10th.--He's an obstinate little wretch; it irritates me to see him
sticking to it. Perhaps he is looking for his Camerino. I shall leave
him, at any rate, to his fate; it is growing insupportably hot.
11th.--I went this evening to bid farewell to the Scarabelli. There was
no one there; she was alone in her great dusky drawing-room, which was
lighted only by a couple of candles, with the immense windows open over
the garden. She was dressed in white; she was deucedly pretty. She
asked me, of course, why I had been so long without coming.
"I think you say that only for form," I answered. "I imagine you know."
"_Che_! what have I done?"
"Nothing at all.
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