But I must not keep you in this way." And she rose.
Now was my opportunity to make known my desire to be kept, but before
I could do so the boy hurriedly came into the room.
"The Dago wants to see you," he said. "He's in an awful hurry."
"Excuse me," said Mrs. Chester. "It is that Italian who was singing
outside last night. I thought he had gone. Would you mind waiting a
few minutes?"
It was getting harder and harder to enunciate my proposition to make a
sojourn at the inn. I wished that I had spoken sooner. It is so much
easier to do things promptly.
While I was waiting the elderly woman came in. "Do you want the boy to
take your little bag out and strap it on?" said she.
Evidently there was no want of desire to speed the departing guest.
"Oh, I will attend to that myself," said I, but I made no step to do
it. When my hostess came back I wanted to be there.
Presently she did come back. She ran in hurriedly, and her face was
flushed. "Here is a very bad piece of business," she said.
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