In Italia, yes; in Amerik', no.

When I marry dis girl and go back home, zen I do as I please, now I haf to do as she please.' 'H'm----' said Constance, ruminatingly.

'Where does this girl live, Tony ?' 'In Valedolmo, signorina.' 'What does she look like ?' 'She look like----' His eyes searched the landscape and came back to her face.

'Oh, ver' beautiful, signorina.

She have hair brown and gold, and eyes--yes, eyes! Zay are sometimes black, signorina, and sometimes grey.
Her laugh, it sounds like the song of a nightingale.' He clasped his hands and rolled his eyes in a fine imitation of Gustavo.