Twice a year I go to see my mother and all those brothers and sisters--it is enough! And the Countess, my mother, has said to me two hundred times, 'Marry with an Americaine, Nicco--it is my command.' 'Nicco,' she calls me--it is what you call jack-name." The Count smiled deprecatingly, and looked at me with a great deal of sentiment, twisting his moustache.

Another pause ensued.

It's all very well to say I should have dismissed him long before this, but I should like to know on what grounds?
"I wish very much to write my mother that I have found the American lady for a new Countess Filgiatti," he said at last with emotion.
"Well," I said awkwardly, "I hope you will find her." "Ah, Mees Wick," exclaimed the Count recklessly, "you are that American lady.

When I saw you in the railway I said, 'It is my vision!' At once I desired to embrace the papa.

And he was not cold with me--he told me of the soda.