Yes, 'Vostra Eccellenza' might put down their baskets and make their tea.

He pointed to a bench behind the shed.

The _forestieri_ came every day; he turned away in indifference.
Meanwhile the girls and women gathering among the strawberries, raised themselves to look at the party, flashing their white teeth at Aristodemo, who was evidently a wit among them.

They flung him gibes as he passed, to which he replied disdainfully.

A group of girls who had been singing together, turned round upon him, 'chaffing' him with shrill voices and outstretched necks, like a flock of young cackling geese, while he, holding himself erect, threw them back flinty words and glances, hitting at every stroke, striding past them with the port of a young king.