He had observed and judged and not forgotten; he had been sure they were great people, but no, ah no, distinctly, hadn't "liked" them as he liked the Signora Principessa.

Certainly--she had created no vagueness about that--he had been in possession of her name and address, for sending her both her cup and her account.

But the others he had only, always, wondered about--he had been sure they would never come back.

And as to the time of their visit, he could place it, positively, to a day--by reason of a transaction of importance, recorded in his books, that had occurred but a few hours later.

He had left her, in short, definitely rejoicing that he had been able to make up to her for not having been quite "square" over their little business by rendering her, so unexpectedly, the service of this information.