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Now I offer myself to you. If you must go, why not I--your wife?"
Madame Potecki started up in great alarm.
"Natalie, what do you mean?"
"I only--wished to--to ask--what you would think."
She was very pale, and her lips were tremulous; but she did not break
down. Madame Potecki was apparently far more agitated than she was.
"My child, my child, I am afraid you are on the brink of some wild
thing!"
"Is that that I have repeated to you what a girl ought to do?" Natalie
said, almost calmly. "Do you think it is what my mother would have done,
Madame Potecki? They have told me she was a brave woman."


CHAPTER XXXI.
IN A GARDEN AT POSILIPO.

"--Prends mon coeur, me dit-elle,
Oui, mais a la chapelle,
Sois mon petit....
--Plait-il
Ton petit?
--Sois mon petit mari!"
--It was Calabressa who was gayly humming to himself; and it was well
that he could amuse himself with his _chansons_ and his cigarettes, for
his friend Edwards was proving anything but an attentive companion.


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