His own long conversations with Gustavo were as open and innocent as the day; the signorina was perfectly welcome to listen to them as much as she chose.
She was sitting with her chin in her hand, eyeing the flying coat-tails of Gustavo, a touch of amusement in her face.

Her father was eyeing her severely.
'Constance, it is disgraceful!' She laughed.

Apparently she already knew or divined what it was that was disgraceful, but the accusation did not appear to bother her much.

Mr.
Wilder proceeded grumblingly.
'It's bad enough with those five deluded officers, but they walked into the trap with their eyes open and it's their own affair.

But look at Gustavo; he can scarcely carry a dish without breaking it when you are watching him.