Four carabinieri are come to take him away.

And he fight--_Dio mio_! he fight like ze devil.

But zay put--' he indicated handcuffs--'and he go.' Constance dropped down on the upper step, and leaning her head against the balustrade, she laughed until she was weak.
Her father whirled upon her indignantly.
'Constance! Haven't you any sympathy for the man?
This isn't a laughing matter.' 'I know, Dad, but it's so funny--Tony an Italian officer! He can't pronounce the ten--'leven words he does know right.' 'Of course he can't; he doesn't know as much Italian as I do.

Can't these fools tell an American citizen when they see one?
I'll teach 'em to go about chucking American citizens in jail.

I'll telegraph the consul in Milan; I'll make an international matter of it!' He fumed up and down the terrace, while Constance rose to her feet and followed after with a pretence at pacification.
'Hush, Dad! Don't be so excitable.