Constance stood where they left her, staring at the pavement with hotly burning cheeks.
'Miss Wilder!' Tony crossed to her side; his manner was humble--actually humble--the usual mocking undertone in his voice was missing.

'Really I'm awfully sorry to have caused you annoyance; it was unpardonable.' Constance turned toward him.
'Yes, Tony, I think it was.

Your position does not give you the right to insult my guests.' Tony stiffened slightly.
'I acknowledge that I insulted him, and I'm sorry.

But he insulted me, for the matter of that.

I didn't like the way he looked at me, any more than he liked the way I looked at him.' 'There is a certain deference, Tony, which an officer in the Royal Italian Army has a right to expect from a donkey-driver.' Tony shrugged.
'It is a difficult position to hold, Miss Wilder.