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"Gaspare, you ought to have been a lady's maid! Go and bring in Don
Emilio to Madre's room. And--wait--you're not to tell him Madre is
away. Now mind!"
"Va bene, Signorina."
He went away.
"Shall I put up my hair?"
Vere went again to the glass, and stood considering herself.
"For Monsieur Emile! No, it's too absurd! Gaspare really is . . . I
sha'n't!"
And she ran out just as she was to meet Artois.

CHAPTER XI
When she reached her mother's sitting-room Artois was already there
speaking to Gaspare by a window. He turned rather quickly as Vere came
in, and exclaimed:
"Vere! Why--"
"Oh!" she cried, "Gaspare hasn't gone!"
A look almost of dread, half pretence but with some reality in it,
too, came into her face.
"Gaspare, forgive me! I was in such a hurry. And it is only Don
Emilio!"
Her voice was coaxing. Gaspare looked at his Padroncina with an
attempt at reprobation; but his nose twitched, and though he tried to
compress his lips they began to stretch themselves in a smile.


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