New Britain herald., 1924-01-31
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 In the morning she had had ar
 interval of lucidity for now she was again rather comatose.. She did mol
 at first seem to recognize me, though
 pressed a lax hand and reminded
 her of the incidents of the night. Ii
 was only when pronounced the
 name of scarlati that she revived
 ::oh, where is he?" she asked
 Where . yes, remember you now
 where is he?"
 Hes in Brussels I'm going te
 him tonight"
 "oh, you must bring him back.
 shall die if you don't"
 I did not reply for a moment. She
 affected me now more than she had
 done before; it was not only her ex- travagant beauty, but her limpness
 her weakness, her complete forlorn-
 ness. Again I had 10 keep down the impulse that had come in the cah to take her into my arms, console her, wean her away from this absurd infatuation. But it would have been no use; her heart was as surely given to the fsithless one as Titania's to | Bottom the weaver. So. afttr a while, left her. She laid upon me a thrall by saying: If he doesn't come back soon I'll have to try again."
 Thus. next murning, just after nine, so as to be sure to catch him, I presented myself at the Hotel su- perbe. Yes. Mir. scarlati was in, but would sec nobody. This cost me twenty francs, given to the porter. The valet confirmed that Mir. Scar lati would see nobody. This cost me A hundred francs. The situation was so humorous that wondered whether scarlati would charge me a thousand francs In fact the solution was simpler. for the valet came back to say that his master would not see me; thereupon. being, as I have said before, six foot two in height, I in- formed him that would knock his head off if he annoyed me, and walked into bedroom where Scar lati was having his breakfast.
 What the . =" began the musician. T apologize for disturbing you" Il said. closing the door and sitting down.
 "I don't want your apologies" said Scarlati, in good English. but with foreign accent. "I only want you to leave tho room"
 Impossible. ] have message Cor you from Lady Grace Tarset." He gazed at me in horror. and mean. while surveyed him. He was not at all repulsive; he wore his hair very long and he had one Of those romantic mustaches, but he did not look too Italian. His hair was black. but reasonably black; also. he had certainly shaved close and had a | bath.
 '1ady Grace:" he said in a trembling voice.
 "Yes. I suppose you don't know that the night before last she tried to commit suicide"
 ''suicide!" he cried. jumping up. | "oh. my little white flower, Is she | desd?" felt little sorry for him, for he looked genuinely horri- fod.
 No, fortunately she was prevented. l and l think she is now out Of dan ger. But it is not your fault she lives, Mir. Scarlati. Your conduct | to her has been abominable."
 T know. l know" cried the musi- clan. piteously. but couldn't help it."
 Nonsense. Lady Grace has told me the circumstances. It seems you had a quarrel. and that thereupon you bolted. breaking of the engagement. I don't blame you for breaking it of, If you didn't care for her. which seems absurd; but you should have tnded the relationship gently. slow iy. You have acted in a brutal There Is only one thing to 1e done"
 What do you want me 10 do?"
 T want you to come back with me 10 London by the night train, 70 10 her tomorrow and e" gulped, renew the engagement"
 You must. You don't seem to MT. Scaristi; she's sect her heart on it. and if you don't come back think sheIi try again. That lime she1i Kill herself"
 The musician tramped about the room, claspiRg his hands over his head. "Oh. what am I 10 do? What am to do7" he nnoaned. T can't io it."
 Why not?"
 There was a long pause. Then scsristi nauttered: I'm married sl- -eady."
 What" I shouted. You t. sur." and in my anger stepped to- yard him, so that he ran te the end If the room. interposing a table be- .vssn us. "Married!" I repeated. wen, heres a pretty situation, How ;an go back and tell her thstz But. look here. how dared you start ove affair with her if you were aI- 'eady narrfed7"
 T couldn't help it." vhinned Scar atl. Tt wasn't I who started fl"
 If you dare to suggest that Lady | Srsee ran after you" replied. 'TTi ,rain you" He did not reply. and
 felt fool, for young girls do do 2 hase things in their childishness.