Her next request would be that I should act the part of lady's-maid.

I must maintain my dignity with Carlotta.
The lovely afternoon had attracted many people to the park, and the lawns were thronged.

We found a couple of chairs at the edge of one of the cross-paths and watched the elegant assembly.

Carlotta, vastly entertained, asked innumerable questions.

How could I tell whether a lady was married or unmarried?
Did they all wear stays?
Why did every one look so happy?
Did I think that old man was the young girl's husband?
What were they all talking about?
Wouldn't I take her for a drive in one of those beautiful carriages?
Why hadn't I a carriage?
Then suddenly, as if inspired, after a few minutes' silent reflection: "Seer Marcous, is this the marriage market ?" "The what ?" I gasped.
"The marriage market.