"With a full beard he'd probably look like a Sicilian bandit.
If I thought he was really pursuing you in this darkly mysterious way I should certainly give him a piece of my American mind.

You might suppose that a girl would be safe traveling with her brother." "It isn't your fault, Dick," laughed the girl.

"You know our parents dear were with us when we first began to notice him--that was in Rome.

And now that we are alone he continues to follow our trail just the same.

It's really diverting; and if you were a good brother you'd find out all about him, and we might even do stunts together--the three of us, with you as the watchful chaperon.