Peachy, in her very best Italian, began to stammer out an explanation and excuses.

He listened for a moment or two, then shook his head and interrupted.
"Sorry I don't speak much Italian.

I'm afraid I don't quite understand." "O-o-h! You're American!" gasped Peachy, her face one broad smile of relief.

"We--we thought you were Count Sutri." "I haven't that honor! I'm only plain Mr.Bond.

I've taken the Count's villa, though, for two months.