The young man stood eyeing its progress revengefully.
Now that the girl was out of hearing, a number of pointed things occurred to him which he might have said.

His thoughts were interrupted by a fresh giggle from behind and he found that the three washer-girls were laughing at him.
"Your mistress's manners are not the best in the world," said he, severely, "and I am obliged to add that yours are no better." They giggled again, though there was no malice behind their humor; it was merely that they found the lack of a language in common a mirth-provoking circumstance.

Marietta, with a flash of black eyes, murmured something very kindly in Italian, as she shook out a linen sailor suit--the exact twin of the one that had gone to sea--and spread it on the wall to dry.
The young man did not linger for further words.

Setting his hat firmly on his head, he vaulted the parapet and strode off down the cypress alley that stretched before him; he passed the pink villa without a glance.

At the gate he stood aside to admit a horse and rider.