The result was a shining newly-minted two-lire piece.

He pocketed it with a fresh succession of bows.
'_Grazie tanto_! Has ze signore need of anysing ?' 'Have I need of anysing ?' There was reproach, indignation, disgust in the young man's tone.

'How can you ask such a question, Gustavo?
Here am I, three days in Valedolmo, with seven more stretching before me.

I have plenty of towels and soap and soft-boiled eggs, if that is what you mean; but a man's spirit cannot be nourished on soap and soft-boiled eggs.

What I need is food for the mind--diversion, distraction, amusement--no, Gustavo, you needn't offer me the Paris _Herald_ again.