A careful observer would have fancied that the lieutenant was ahead, and that both he and the captain knew it.

Tony untied the bundles, dumped them on the kitchen floor, and waited respectfully, hat in hand, while Mr.Wilder searched his pockets for change.

He counted out four lire and added a note.

Tony pocketed the lire and returned the note, while Mr.Wilder stared his astonishment.
'Good-bye, Tony,' Constance smiled as he turned away.
'Good-bye, signorina.' There was a note of finality in his voice.
'Well!' Mr.Wilder ejaculated.

'That is the first----' 'Italian' he started to say, but he caught the word before it was out--'donkey-driver I ever saw refuse money.' Lieutenant di Ferara raised his shoulders.
'_Mache_! The fellow is too honest; you do well to watch him.' There was a world of disgust in his tone.
Constance glanced after the retreating figure and laughed.
'Tony!' she called.
He kept on; she raised her voice.
'Mr.Yamhankeesh.' He paused.
'You call, signorina ?' 'Be sure and be here by half-past six on Friday morning; we must start early.' 'Sank you, signorina.