NO. XXIV.
SCENE--_The Piazza of St. Mark at night. The roof and part
of the facade gleam a greenish silver in the moonlight. The
shadow of the Campanile falls, black and broad, across the
huge square, which is crowded with people listening to the
Military Band, and taking coffee, &c., outside the caffes.
Miss TROTTER and CULCHARD are seated at one of the little
tables in front of the Quadri._
_Miss T._ I'd like ever so much to know why it is you're so anxious
to see that Miss PRENDERGAST and me friendly again? After she's been
treating you this long while like you were a toad--and not a popular
kind of toad at that!
_Culch._ (_wincing_). Of course I am only too painfully aware of--of
a certain distance in her manner towards me, but I should not think
of allowing myself to be influenced by any--er--merely personal
considerations of that sort.
_Miss T._ That's real noble! And I presume, now, you cann't imagine
any reason why she's been treading you so flat.
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