If you forgive me zis once I will nevair again do a sing so wicked.

Nevair, nevair, nevair.' Constance continued her inspection of the mountain-top.

Tony leaned forward until he could see her face.
'Signorina,' he whispered, 'jus' give me one li'l' smile to show me you are not angry for ever.' The stage had stopped and Mr.Wilder was climbing down, but Constance's gaze was still fixed on the sky, and Tony's eyes were on her.
'What's the matter, Constance, have you gone to sleep?
Aren't you going to get out ?' She came back with a start.
'Are we here already ?' There was a suspicion of regret in her tone which did not escape Tony.
At the Villa Rosa gates he wished them a humbly deferential good night, but with a smile hovering about the corners of his mouth.

Constance made no response.

As he strode off, however, she turned her head and looked after him.