Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: from the box of which the waiter made offering. "Do not remain!" I whispered, and I saw his sad perplexity. "I know her answer has not been given. Will you present him his chance to receive it just when her sympathy must be stronger for him, since she will think he has had to bear rudeness?" He went out of the door quick- I did not smoke. I pretended to, while the waiters made the arrangements of the table and took themselves off. I sat there a long, long time waiting for Antonio to do what I hoped I had betrayed him to do. It befell at last. Poor Jr. came to the door and spoke in his steady voice. "Ansolini, will you come out here a moment?" Then I knew that I had succeeded, had made Antonio afraid that I would do the thing he himself, in a panic, had already done speak evil of another privately. As I reached the door I heard him call out foolishly, "But, Mr. Poor, I beg you " Poor Jr. put his hand on my shoulder, and we walked out into the dark of the terrace. Antonio was leaning against the railing, the beautiful lady standing near. Mrs. Landry had sunk into a chair beside her daughter. No other people were upon the terrace. "Prince Caravacioli has been speaking of you," said Poor Jr., very quietly. "Ah? "said I. "I listened to what he said; then I told him that you were my friend, and that I considered it fair that you should hear what he had to say. I will repeat what he said, Ansolini. If I mistake anything, he can interrupt me." Antonio laughed, and in such a way, so sincerely, so gaily, that I was frightened. "Very good!" he cried. "I am content. Repeat all." " He began," Poor Jr. went on, quietly, though his hand gripped my shoulder to almost painfulness, " he began by saying to these ladies, in my presence, that we should be ...
