You may make out my bill." The waiter's face clouded.
"You do not wish to remain longer, signore ?" "Can't stand it, Gustavo; it's too infernally restful." Poor Gustavo saw a munificent shower of tips vanishing into nothing.

His face was rueful but his manner was undiminishingly polite.
"_Si_, signore, sank you.

When shall you wish ze omnibus ?" "Tomorrow morning for the first boat." Gustavo bowed to the inevitable; and the young man passed on.

He paused half way across the court-yard.
"What time does the first boat leave ?" "At half past five, signore." "Er--no--I'll take the second." "_Si_, signore.

At half-past ten.".