'Tony,' she said, 'don't you think you are forgetting your place ?' 'No, signorina, I am just learning it.' 'Let go my hand.' He gazed pensively at the moon and hummed Santa Lucia under his breath.
'Tony! I shall be angry with you.' 'I shall be ver' sorry for zat, signorina.

I do not wish to make you angry, but I sink--perhaps you get over it.' 'You are behaving abominably to-day, Tony.

I shall never stay alone with you again.' 'Signorina, look at zat moon up dere.

Is it not ver' bright?
When I look at zat moon I have always beautiful toughts about how much I love Costantina.' An interval followed during which neither spoke.

The driver's song was growing louder and the horses were galloping.