I released myself swiftly from her indecorous demonstration.
"You mustn't do things like that," said I, severely.

"In England, young women are only allowed to embrace their grandfathers." Carlotta looked at me wide-eyed, with the fox-terrier knitting of the forehead.
"But you are so good to me, Seer Marcous," she said.
"I hope you'll find many people good to you, Carlotta," I answered.

"But if you continue that method of expressing your appreciation, you may possibly be misunderstood." I had recovered from the momentary shock to my senses, and I laughed.
She fluttered a sidelong glance at me, and a smile as inscrutable as the Monna Lisa's hovered over her lips.
"What would they do if they did not understand ?" "They would take you," I replied, fixing her sternly with my gaze, "they would take you for an unconscionable baggage." "_Hou!_" laughed Carlotta, suddenly.

And she ran from the room.
In a moment she was back again.

She came up to me demurely and plucked my sleeve.
"Come and show me what I must put on so as to please you." I rang the bell for Antoinette, to whom I gave the necessary instructions.