"Truly a wonderful woman. I have seen and
known a many in my day, Signor Marchese, as you are well aware, sir;
but such an one as that, such an out-and-outer, I never saw before."
"She is evidently a lady, whose education and manners entitle her to
be treated with all respect," replied the Marchese, more drily, the
little man thought, than his great patron was usually in the habit
of addressing him, and somewhat quickening his stride at the same
time, as if he wanted to walk away from the impresario.
"Most undoubtedly, Signor Marchese, and every sort of respectful
treatment she shall have. There shall be a stove and a new looking-
glass put into her dressing-room this very day. If she don't draw,
say Ercole Stadione knows nothing about it. A very singular thing it
is, Signor Marchese,--and you must have observed it, Signor, as well
as I,--there's some women whose singing, let 'em sing as well as
they will, is the smallest part of their value in filling a theatre.
There's no saying what it is, but they draw--Lord bless you, as a
bit of salt will draw the cattle after it! And this Lalli is one of
that sort. I know 'em, when I see 'em. Won't she draw, that's all!"
said the little man again, rubbing his hands together, and chuckling
with infinite glee.
The Marchese Lamberto would have been at a loss probably if he had
been required to state clearly why he felt angry and annoyed with
the impresario that morning, and thought him a bore, and wished to
be quit of him.
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