“You must let me weave a spell over your part, that is all. Give it to me. To-morrow morning at nine o’clock I will bring it to you to get my blow or my kiss, if your husband has no objection.”
“None whatever; but we do not believe in spells.”
“You are right, in a general way; but mine will not fail.”
“Very good.”
Madame Vestri left me the part, and the conversation turned on other subjects. I was condoled with on my swollen hand, and I told the story of my duel. Everybody seemed to delight in entertaining me and feasting me, and I went back to Baletti’s in love with all the ladies, but especially with Madame Vestri and Mdlle. Toscani.
Baletti had a beautiful little girl of three years old.
“How did you get that angel?” I asked.
“There’s her mother; and, as a proof of my hospitality, she shall sleep with you to-night.”
“I accept your generous offer; but let it be to-morrow night.”
“And why not to-night?”