He'll take you, too.
He uses something like a thousand Italians, and a man to manage them who can talk to them like a Dutch uncle is what he has always needed.

He liked you, and he'll be glad to get you." He was a good friend, that Poor Jr., you see, and I shook the hand that he offered me very hard, knowing how great would have been his embarrassment had I embraced him in our own fashion.
"And perhaps you will sail on the 'Princess Irene,' after all," I cried.
"No," he shook his head sadly, "it will not happen.

I have not been worth it.".