“Alas!” said Carlo, “I have seen too much! I have little influence with the Signor. But do, dear young lady, take some care of yourself; that is an ugly wound, and you look sadly.”
“Thank you, my friend, for your consideration,” said Emily, smiling kindly: “the wound is trifling, it came by a fall.”
Carlo shook his head, and left the room; and Emily, with Annette, continued to watch by her aunt. “Did my lady tell the Signor what Ludovico said, ma’amselle?” asked Annette in a whisper; but Emily quieted her fears on the subject.
“I thought what this quarrelling would come to,” continued Annette: “I suppose the Signor has been beating my lady.”
“No, no, Annette, you are totally mistaken, nothing extraordinary has happened.”
“Why, extraordinary things happen here so often, ma’amselle, tha
