“So you are quite alone?” she continued.  “How sorry I am that Francesca is not here now; she would have been company for you all the time you stayed.  It is not very amusing to go about all by oneself, and she will be very sorry also.”

Then, as I was getting up to go, she exclaimed: 

“But would you not like Carlotta to go with you?  She knows all the walks very well.  She is my second daughter, monsieur.”

No doubt she took my look of surprise for consent, for she opened the inner door and called out up the dark stairs which I could not see: 

“Carlotta!  Carlotta! make haste down, my dear child.”

I tried to protest, but she would not listen.

“No; she will be very glad to go with you; she is very nice, and much more cheerful than her sister, and she is a good girl, a very good girl, whom I love very much.”

In a few moments a tall, slender, dark girl appeared, her hair hanging down, and her youthful figure showing unmistakably beneath an old dress of her mother’s.

The latter at once told her how matters stood.

“This is Francesca’s Frenchman, you know, the one whom she knew last year.  He is quite alone, and has come to look for her, poor fellow; so I told him that you would go with him to keep him company.”

The girl looked at me with her handsome dark eyes, and said, smiling: 

“I have no objection, if he wishes it”

I could not possibly refuse, and merely said: 

“Of course, I shall be very glad of your company.”

Her mother pushed her out.  “Go and get dressed directly; put on your blue dress and your hat with the flowers, and make haste.”

As soon as she had left the room the old woman explained herself:  “I have two others, but they are much younger.  It costs a lot of money to bring up four children.  Luckily the eldest is off my hands at present.”

Then she told all about herself, about her husband, who had been an employee on the railway, but who was dead, and she expatiated on the good qualities of Carlotta, her second girl, who soon returned, dressed, as her sister had been, in a striking, peculiar manner.

Her mother examined her from head to foot, and, after finding everything right, she said: 

“Now, my children, you can go.”  Then turning to the girl, she said:  “Be sure you are back by ten o’clock to-night; you know the door is locked then.”  The answer was: 

“All right, mamma; don’t alarm yourself.”

She took my arm and we went wandering about the streets, just as I had wandered the previous year with her sister.

We returned to the hotel for lunch, and then I took my new friend to Santa Margarita, just as I had taken her sister the year previously.

During the whole fortnight which I had at my disposal, I took Carlotta to all the places of interest in and about Genoa.  She gave me no cause to regret her sister.