What if my only daughter should take it in her head to marry one of these infernally good-looking Italian officers ?" Constance reached over and patted his arm.
"Don't let it bother you, Dad; I assure you I won't do anything of the sort.

I should think it my duty to learn the subjunctive mood, and that is impossible." Gustavo came hurrying back with a tray.

He arranged the glasses, the ice, the sugar, the cakes, with loving, elaborate obsequiousness.

The signorina examined the ice doubtfully, then with approval.
"It's exactly right to-day, Gustavo! You got it too large the last time, you remember." She stirred in some sugar and tasted it tentatively, her head on one side.

Gustavo hung upon her expression in an agony of apprehension; one would have thought it a matter for public mourning if the lemonade were not mixed exactly right.