As soon as she saw my face at the carriage window she left Stenson and flew up the platform like a pretty tame animal, and when I alighted hung on my arms and frisked and gamboled around me in excess of joy.
"So you are glad to have me back, Carlotta ?" I asked, as we were driving home.
She sidled up against me in her terrier fashion.
"Oh, ye-es," she cooed.

"The day was night without you." "That is the oriental language of exaggeration," I said.

But all the same it was pleasant to hear, and the soft notes of her voice coiled themselves, as music sometimes dus, around my heart.
"I love dear Seer Marcous," she said.
I put my arm round her waist for a moment, as one would do to a child.
"You are a good little girl, Carlotta.

That is to say," I added, remembering my responsibilities, "if you _have_ been good.

Have you ?" "Oh, so good.