It's a thing no young fellow in America would think of, but with these foreigners you never can tell." I saw at once that the Count was annoyed.

He was standing in the middle of the salon, fingering his sword-hilt in a manner which expressed the most absurd irritation.

So I said immediately that I was awfully sorry, but it seemed so difficult to get anything to eat in Rome at that time of year, that the head-waiter was really responsible, and wouldn't he sit down?
"I don't know what you will think of us," I went on as we shook hands.
"How long have you been kind enough to wait, anyway ?" "Since a quarter of an hour--only," replied the Count, with a difficult smile, "but now that I see you it is forgotten all." "That's very nice of you," I said.

"I assure you momma was quite worked up about keeping you waiting.

It's rather trying to the American temperament to be obliged to order a hurried luncheon from the market-gardener." "So! In America you have him not--the market garden?
You are each his own vegetable.