The opening of IV. ――CONTINUED
Mr. Bailey had finally, after some management, got Bianca quite to himself, and, discovering that they had mutual friends, and that she liked those parts of his writings which he considered the best, the two were quite over the threshold of a ceremonious acquaintance, and talking together very amicably.
“You may stay to supper, if you will,” the Signora whispered to him. “But don’t say so, because I shall not ask any one else. Get yourself out of sight somewhere.”
“Fly with me!” he said tragically to Bianca. “May we go to the loggia, Signora?”
She nodded.
“If you will watch the windows, and come in the instant I call you; and if that child will get something on the way to put over her head and shoulders.”