Do you ever remember to have blushed ?" "No, signore," said Luigi.
"You spy upon the signorina, do you ?" "You have Beppo's word for that," interposed Marco Sana, growling.
"And you are found spying on the mountain this particular day! Luigi Saracco, you are a fellow of a tremendous composition.

A goose walking into a den of foxes is alone to be compared to you,--if ever such goose was! How many of us did you count, now, when you were, say, a quarter of a mile below ?" Marco interposed again: "He has already seen enough up here to make a rope of florins." "The fellow's eye takes likenesses," said Giulio.
Agostino's question was repeated by Corte, and so sternly that Luigi, beholding kindness upon no other face save Vittoria's, watched her, and muttering "Six," blinked his keen black eyes piteously to get her sign of assent to his hesitated naming of that number.

Her mouth and the turn of her head were expressive to him, and he cried "Seven." "So; first six, and next seven," said Corte.
"Six, I meant, without the signorina," Luigi explained.
"You saw six of us without the signorina! You see we are six here, including the signorina.

Where is the seventh ?" Luigi tried to penetrate Vittoria's eyes for a proper response; but she understood the grave necessity for getting the full extent of his observations out of him, and she looked as remorseless as the men.

He feigned stupidity and sullenness, rage and cunning, in quick succession.
"Who was the seventh ?" said Carlo.
"Was it the king ?" Luigi asked.
This was by just a little too clever; and its cleverness, being seen, magnified the intended evasion so as to make it appear to them that Luigi knew well the name of the seventh.
Marco thumped a hand on his shoulder, shouting--"Here; speak out! You saw seven of us.