But as for the play itself, for _him_, she cared nothing.

Tony the man had made no impression.

He must pass on and give place to Jerry Junior.
A flush crept over Tony's face and his mouth took a straighter line as he continued to gaze down on the roof of Villa Rosa.

His reflections were presently interrupted by a knock.

He turned and threw the door open with a fling.
"Well ?" he inquired.
Gustavo took a step backward.
"_Scusi_, signore, but zay are eating ze dessart and in five--ten minutes ze omnibus will arrive." "The omnibus ?" Tony stared.