Signor Stromboli was effusive in his greeting; Herr Tiefenbach gave him a solemn grip; little Fraeulein Ottilie smiled pleasantly, and Schreiermeyer put into his hands the basket he carried, judging that as he could not get anything else out of the literary man he could at least make him carry a parcel.
'Grape fruit for Cordova,' he observed.

'You can give it to the steward, and tell him to keep the things in a cool place.' Griggs took the basket with a slight smile, but Stromboli snatched it from him instantly, and managed at the same time to seize upon the book Herr Tiefenbach had brought without dropping his own big box of sweetmeats.
'I shall give everything to the waiter!' he cried with exuberant energy as he turned away.

'He shall take care of Cordova with his conscience! I tell you, I will frighten him!' This was possible, and even probable.

Margaret looked after the broad figure.
'Dear old Stromboli!' she laughed.
'He has the kindest heart in the world,' said little Fraeulein Ottilie Braun.
'He is no a musician,' observed Herr Tiefenbach; 'but he does not sing out of tune.' 'He is a lunatic,' said Schreiermeyer gravely.

'All tenors are lunatics--except about money,' he added thoughtfully.
'I think Stromboli is very sensible,' said Margaret, turning to Griggs.