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Three days the meeting is
in the morning, three days in the afternoon. The silliest people of
the aristocracy belong to this club, and the Marchesa is the mother
goose. Ecco! Will you come, or--or have you some appointment?" He
smiled in his friend's face.
Artois wondered, but could not divine, what was at the back of his
mind.
"No, I had thought of going on the sea."
"Or to the Toledo, perhaps?"
The Marchesino laughed happily.
"The Toledo? Why should I go there?"
"Non lo so. Put on your chapeau and come. Il fait tres beau cet apres-
midi."
Doro was very proud of his French, which made Artois secretly shiver,
and generally spoke it when he was in specially good spirits, or was
feeling unusually mischievous. As they walked along the sea-front a
moment later, he continued in Italian:
"You were not at the island yesterday, Emilio?"
"No. Were you?"
"I naturally called to know how the ladies were after that terrible
storm. What else could I do?"
"And how were they?"
"The Signora was in Naples, and of course the Signorina could not have
received me alone.


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