Soon they arrived. The doctor pushing his “sister” forward with angry jerks. As for her, with her veil down over her meek face, she was uttering cries of fright and mild opposition.
“Courage, courage, sister.”
“Oh, dear me—that is—I can’t—please, brother, do not leave me.”
Here the don danced up to the young lady, adjusting his necktie gracefully round his neck.
“Something like a giggle was heard, but the next moment a voice from under the veil said,
“Oh, dear, dear, dear, I can’t—that is, I’d rather go away. Please, brother, don’t—don’t leave me.”
“Do not be afraid.”
“Oh, I’d rather stand behind.” And behind she went.
The doctor went up to the don apologetically, saying that the poor girl was but just fresh from the convent. In fact, he said, she was naturally of a wild disposition, and it was for the don to tame her.
“Oh, brother, brother, come here.”