You recommend me; I sank you ver' moch.

Nice man, zat yong American; ver' good, ver' simpatico.' He leaned forward with a sudden air of anxiety.

'Signorina, you--you like zat yong man ?' 'I have only met him twice, but--yes, I like him.' 'You like him better zan me ?' His anxiety deepened; he hung upon her word.
She shook her head reassuringly.
'I like you both exactly the same.' 'Signorina, which you like better, zat yong American or ze Signor Lieutenant ?' 'Your questions are getting too personal, Tony.' He folded his arms and sighed.
'Will you deliver my message ?' '_Si_, signorina, wif pleasure.' There was not a trace of curiosity in his expression, nothing beyond a deferential desire to serve.
'Tell him, Tony, that Miss Wilder will be at home to-morrow afternoon at tea-time; if he will come by the gate and present a card she will be most pleased to see him.

She wishes him to meet an American friend, a Miss Hilliard, who has just arrived at the hotel this afternoon.' She watched him sharply; his expression did not alter by a shade.

He repeated the message and then added as if by the merest chance-- 'Ze yong American man, signorina--you know his name ?' 'Yes, I know his name.' This time for the fraction of a second she surprised a look.