Ah, signore, you don't know what it is to serve those emigrants! I made two trips, then returned and married Armida.

I called on you, but Tito said you were in London.

At first I got work at a cafe in Viareggio, but when the season ended, and I was thrown out of employment, I managed to work my way from Genoa to London.

My first place was scullion in a restaurant in Tottenham Court Road, and then I became waiter in the beer-hall at the Monico, and managed to save sufficient to send Armida the money to join me here.
Afterwards I went to the Milano, and I hope to get into one of the big hotels very soon--or perhaps the grill-room at the Carlton.

I have a friend who is there, and they make lots of money--four or five pounds every week in tips, they say." "I'll see what I can do for you," I said.