He seems so far away." I rang the bell and summoned Carlotta.
"Perhaps you had better not say who you are," I suggested.
When Carlotta entered, he rose and looked at her---oh, so wistfully.
"This, Carlotta," said I, "is a friend of mine, who would like to make your acquaintance." She advanced shyly and held out a timid hand.

Obviously she was on her best behaviour.

I thanked heaven she had tried her unsuccessful experiment of powder and paint on my vile body and not on that of a stranger.
"Do you--do you like England ?" asked the old man.
"Oh, very--very much.

Every one is so kind to me.

It is a nice place." "It is the best place in the world to be young in," said he.
"Is it ?" said Carlotta, with the simplicity of a baby.
"The very best." "But is it not good to be old in ?" "No country is good for that." The old man sighed and took his leave.