In a languorous way I wondered how my surroundings had changed, and at last I awoke to find my head propped on Carlotta's lap and shaded by her red parasol, while she sat happy in full sunshine.

I was springing from this posture of impropriety when she laughed and laid restraining hands on my shoulders.
"No.

You must not move.

You look so pretty.

And it is so nice.