One thing, I vow she is not human.

If only Judith were here to advise me! And yet I have an uneasy
feeling that Judith will suggest, with a certain violence that is
characteristic of her, the one course which I cannot follow: to
send Carlotta back to Hamdi Effendi. But I cannot break my word.
I would rather, far rather, break Carlotta's beautiful neck.
I have not written to Judith. Nor, by the way, have I received a
letter from her. Delphine has been whirling her off her legs,
and she is ashamed to confess the delusion of the sequestered
life. I wish I were enjoying myself half as much as Judith.


"I have adopted Mademoiselle," said I to Antoinette this morning.
"If she returned to Asia Minor they would put a string round her
neck, tie her up in a sack, and throw her into the sea."

"That would be a pity," said Antoinette, warmly.

"_Cela depend_," said I. "Anyhow she is here, and here she
remains."

"In that case," said Antoinette, "has Monsieur considered that
the poor angel will need clothes and articles of toilette--and
this and that and the other?"

"And shoes to hide her shameless tus," I said.

"They are the most beautiful toes I have ever seen!" cried