After all, she could only marry one, anyhow; but you would
think from the way everybody talked, and especially those persons who
wanted to be husbands, that she could marry at least a dozen.
Her soft, pathetic "No" made Costanza, who was standing close to
her, well with sympathy.
"Poor little one," said Costanza, moved actually to pat her
encouragingly on the shoulder, "take hope. There is still time."
"For lunch," said Lady Caroline freezingly, marveling as she
spoke that she should be patted, she who had taken so much trouble to
come to a place, remote and hidden, where she could be sure that among
other things of a like oppressive nature pattings also were not, "we
will have--"
Costanza became business-like. She interrupted with suggestions,
and her suggestions were all admirable and all expensive.
Lady Caroline did not know they were expensive, and fell in with
them at once. They sounded very nice. Every sort of young vegetables
and fruits came into them, and much butter and a great deal of cream
and incredible numbers of eggs. Costanza said enthusiastically at the
end, as a tribute to this acquiescence, that of the many ladies and
gentlemen she had worked for on temporary jobs such as this she
preferred the English ladies and gentlemen.
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