CITRONELLA AND STEGOMYIA
WE were talking about famous love affairs the other evening, and Fothergil Finch said he was thinking of writing a ballad about Citronella and Stegomyia.
And, of course, everybody pretended they knew who Citronella and Stegomyia were. Mrs. Voke Easeley—you've heard about Voke Easeley and his New Art, haven't you?—Mrs. Voke Easeley said:
"But don't you think those old Italian love affairs have been done to death?"
"Italian?" said Fothy, raising his eyebrows at Mrs. Voke Easeley.
You know, really, there wasn't a one of them knew who Citronella and Stegomyia were; but they were all pretending, and they saw Mrs. Voke Easeley was in bad. And she saw it, too, and tried to save herself.
"Of course," she said, "Citronella and Stegomyia weren't Italian lovers themselves. But so many of the old Italian poets have written about them that I always think of them as glowing stars in that wonderful, wonderful galaxy of Italian romance!"
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