It is very sad, but to-morrow, I too'-- he waved his hand toward the steamer--'shall be a passenger.' 'You are going away from Valedolmo ?' He nodded.
'Unfortunately, yes.

I should like to stay, but'-- he shrugged--'life isn't all play, Miss Wilder.

Though one would like to be a donkey-man for ever, one only may be for a summer's holiday.

I am your debtor for a unique and pleasant experience.' She studied his face without speaking.

Did it mean that he had got the letter and was hurt, or did it perhaps mean that he had got the letter and did not care to appear as Jerry Junior?
That he enjoyed the play so long as he could remain incognito and stop it where he pleased, but that he had no mind to let it drift into reality?
Very possibly it meant--she flushed at the thought--that he divined Nannie's plot, and refused also to consider the fourth candidate.
She laughed and dropped into their usual jargon.
'And the young American man, Signor Abraham Lincoln, will he come to-morrow for tea ?' 'Ah, signorina, he is desolated, but it is not possible.