I shall not forget your kindness; if you ever need a friend, send to me." "But," he said, with a naive mingling of curiosity and timidity, "how can I do that if the signor does not tell me his name ?" I had thought of this during the past night.

I knew it would be necessary to take a different name, and I had resolved on adopting that of a school-friend, a boy to whom I had been profoundly attached in my earliest youth, and who had been drowned before my eyes while bathing in the Venetian Lido.

So I answered Andrea's question at once and without effort.
"Ask for the Count Cesare Oliva," I said.

"I shall return to Naples shortly, and should you seek me, you will find me there." The Sicilian doffed his cap and saluted me profoundly.
"I guessed well," he remarked, smilingly, "that the Signor Conte's hands were not those of a coral-fisher.

Oh, yes! I know a gentleman when I see him--though we Sicilians say we are all gentlemen.