'His name'-- she hesitated tantalizingly--'is Signor Abraham Lincoln.' 'Signor Ab-ra-ham Lin-coln.' He repeated it after her as if committing it to memory.

They gazed at each other soberly a moment; then both laughed and looked away.
Luigi had appeared in the doorway.

Seeing no one more important than Tony about, he found no reason for delaying the announcement of dinner.
'_Il pranzo e sulla tavola, signorina._' '_Bene_!' said Constance over her shoulder.

She turned back to Tony; her manner was kind.

'If you go to the kitchen, Tony, Elizabetta will give you some dinner.' 'Sank you, signorina.' His manner was humble.