"But I suppose that if you have made up your mind you will bring those dreadful men with their chair, like two gendarmes, and they will take me away, whether I like it or not.

Is that what you mean to do ?" "Of course, dearest Marchesa," he replied.
"Donna Beatrice has taught me that there is no other way of accomplishing the feat.

And certainly no other way could give you so little trouble." "What is the excursion to be, and where ?" asked Beatrice pretending a sudden interest.
"Crab-hunting along the shore, with torches.

It is extremely amusing, I am told." "After horrid red things that run sidewise and are full of legs!" The Marchesa was disgusted.
"They are green when they run about, mamma," observed Beatrice.

"I believe it is the cooking that makes them red.