"Perhaps I wake soon?"
"Oh, no, it isn't a dream, Nina," said he, "only it might pass for one,
for you haven't told me how you managed to get here. It is all a mystery
to me. Where are you staying, for example?"
"My lodging?" she said. "I have an apartment in the Restaurant
Gianuzzi."
"Where is that?"
"Rupert Street," she answered, with a valiant effort at the proper
pronunciation.
"My goodness! what are you doing, Nina?" he said, almost angrily.
"Living by yourself in a foreign restaurant, in the neighborhood of
Leicester Square! You'll have to come out of that at once!"
"You must not scold me, Leo," she said, in rather a hurt way. "How am I
to know?"
"I am not scolding you," he said (indeed, he knew better than to do
that; if once the notion had got into her little head that he was really
upbraiding her, she would have been up and off in a moment,
proud-lipped, indignant-eyed, with a fierce wrong rankling in her heart;
and weeks it might take him to pet her into gentleness again, even if
she did not forthwith set out for the South, resolved to return to this
harsh, cold England no more). "I am not scolding you, Nina," he said,
quite gently.
Pages:
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85