She has a child’s engaging way of rubbing herself up against one when she wants to be particularly ingratiating.
“It was so nice to dine with you on Saturday.”
“Really?”
“Oh, ye-es. When are you going to let me dine with you again, to show me you have forgiven me?”
A hansom cab offers peculiar facilities for the aforesaid process of ingratiation.
“You shall dine with me this evening,” said I, and Carlotta cooed with pleasure.
I perceive that she is gradually growing westernised.
July 8th.
In obedience to a peremptory note from Judith, I took Carlotta this afternoon to Tottenham Mansions. I shook hands with my hostess, turned round and said
“This, my dear Judith, is Carlotta.”