I like the look of that fellow." "You allow yourself, my Carlo, an immense indulgence in permitting yourself to like the look of anything.

Now, listen--Viva Carlo Alberto!" The old man rang out the loyal salutation spiritedly, and awoke a prompt response from the mountaineer, who sounded his voice wide in the keen upper air.
"There's the heart of that fellow!" said Agostino.

"He has but one idea--his king! If you confound it, he takes you for an enemy.

These free mountain breezes intoxicate you.

You would embrace the king himself if you met him here." "I swear I would never be guilty of the bad joke of crying a 'Viva' to him anywhere upon earth," Carlo replied.