I'd liked to have changed linen then.

Give you my word, I knew nothing of _that_ melodrama.

It seems the Greek girl put opium (a great many poppies, as monsieur told us, grow about there) in the pirate's grog, just to make him sleep soundly and leave her free for a little walk with me, and the old duenna, unfortunate creature, made a mistake and trebled the dose.

The immense fortune of that cursed pirate was really the cause of all my Zena's troubles.

But she explained matters so ingenuously that I, for one, was released with an injunction from the mayor and the Austrian commissary of police to go back to Rome.