Then she looked up quickly and caught his gaze.

She leaned forward with a laugh.
'Tony,' she said, 'do you spik any language besides Angleesh ?' He triumphantly concealed all sign of emotion.
'_Si_, signorina, I spik my own language.' 'Would you mind my asking what that language is ?' He indulged in a moment's deliberation.

Italian was clearly out of the question, and French she doubtless knew better than he--he deplored this polyglot education girls were receiving nowadays.
He had it! He would be Hungarian.

His sole fellow guest in the hotel at Verona the week before had been a Hungarian nobleman, who had informed him that the Magyar language was one of the most difficult on the face of the globe.

There was at least little likelihood that she was acquainted with that.
'My own language, signorina, is Magyar.' 'Magyar ?' She was clearly taken by surprise.
'_Si_, signorina, I am Hungarian; I was born in Budapest.' He met her wide-opened eyes with a look of innocent candour.
'Really!' She beamed upon him delightedly; he was playing up even better than she had hoped.