DAPHNE
Do leave New York, and come and live with me near ancient Rome. We can easily slip back two thousand years.
I am your spoiled daughter,
Daphne
There was a knock at the door.
"Avanti," called the girl.
Assunta entered, with a saffron-colored night-cap on. In her hand she held Giacomo's great brass watch, and she pointed in silence to the face, which said twelve o'clock. She put watch and candle on the table, marched to the windows, and closed and bolted them all.
"The candles are lighted in the Signorina's bedroom," she remarked.
"Thank you," said Daphne, who did not understand a word.
"The bed is prepared, and the night things are put out."
"Yes?" answered Daphne, smiling.
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