There was a new expression in her eyes that puzzled Tony, just as the expression in his eyes that morning on the water had puzzled her.

She was studying him in the light of Jerry Junior.

The likeness to the sophomore who six years before sang the funny songs without a smile, was so very striking, she wondered she could ever have overlooked it.
'Thank you, Tony; it is very nice of you.' She picked up the flowers and smiled--with the knowledge of the letter that was waiting for him she could afford to be forgiving.
'You discharged me, signorina; will you take me back into your service ?' 'I am not going to climb any more mountains; it is too fatiguing.

I think it is better for you and my father to go alone.' 'I will serve you in other ways.' Constance studied the mountains a moment.

Should she tell him she knew, or should she keep up the pretence a little longer?
Her insatiable love of intrigue won.
'Are you sure you wish to be taken back ?' '_Si_, signorina, I am very sure.' 'Then perhaps you will do me a favour on your way home to-night ?' 'You have but to ask.' 'I wish to send a message to a young American man who is staying at the Hotel du Lac--you may have seen him ?' Tony nodded.
'I have climb Monte Maggiore wif him.