“I don’t doubt it,” he answered, taking lightly her hand.
“Mercy,” she marvelled: “is dat a watch dah, on your arm?”
“Dark, bright baby!”
“Oh, an’ de lil ‘V.R.’ all in precious stones so blue.” Her frail fingers caressed his wrist.
“Exquisite kid.” She was in his arms.
“Vitti, Vitti!—” It was the voice of Eurydice Edwards. Her face was strained and quivering. She seemed about to faint.
XI
Ever so lovely are the young men of Cuna-Cuna—Juarez, Jotifa, Enid—(these, from many, to distinguish but a few)—but none so delicate, charming, and squeamish, as Charlie Mouth.