“Recite, dear, something; soothe me,” he said.
“Of course, if you wish it.”
“Soothe me, Sally!”
“Something to obliterate the sermon?”
Miss Sinquier looked down at her feet. She had on black babouches all over little pearls with filigree butterflies that trembled above her toes.
“Since first I beheld you, Adele,
While dancing the celinda,
I have remained faithful to the thought of you;
My freedom has departed from me,
I care no longer for all other negresses;