And Giuseppe--that confounded _Farfalla_ with its yellow sails floats back and forth in front of the terrace till I am on the point of having it scuttled as a public nuisance; and those three washer-women and the post-office clerk and the boy who brings milk, and Luigi and--every man, woman and child in the village of Valedolmo!' 'And my own dad as well ?' Mr.Wilder shook his head.
'I came here at your instigation for rest and relaxation--to get rid of nervous worries, and here I find a big new worry waiting for me that I'd never thought of having before.

What if my only daughter should take it in her head to marry one of these infernally good-looking Italian officers ?' Constance reached over and patted his arm.
'Don't let it bother you, Dad; I assure you I won't do anything of the sort.

I should think it my duty to learn the subjunctive mood, and that is impossible.' Gustavo came hurrying back with a tray.

He arranged the glasses, the ice, the sugar, the cakes, with hovering, elaborate obsequiousness.

The signorina examined the ice doubtfully, then with approval.
'It's exactly right to-day, Gustavo! You got it too large the last time, you remember.' She stirred in some sugar and tasted it tentatively, her head on one side.