But apparently it was right--she nodded and smiled--and Gustavo's expression assumed relief.

Constance broke open a pine nut cake and settled herself for conversation.
"Haven't you any guests, Gustavo ?" Her eyes glanced over the empty court-yard.

"I am afraid the hotel is not having a very prosperous season." "_Grazie_, signorina.

Zer never are many in summer; it is ze dead time, but still zay come and zay go.

Seven arrive last night." "Seven! That's nice.