"Where does this girl live, Tony ?" "In Valedolmo, signorina." "What does she look like ?" "She look like--" His eyes searched the landscape and came back to her face.

"Oh, ver' beautiful, signorina.

She have hair brown and gold, and eyes--yes, eyes! Zay are sometimes black, signorina, and sometimes gray.
Her laugh, it sounds like the song of a nightingale." He clasped his hands and rolled his eyes in a fine imitation of Gustavo.

"She is beautiful, signorina, beautiful as ze angels in Paradise!" "There seem to be a good many people beautiful as the angels in Paradise." "She is most beautiful of all." "What is her name ?" "Costantina." He said it softly, his eyes on her face.
"Ah," Constance rose and turned away with a shrug.

Her manner suggested that he had gone too far.
"She wash clothes at ze Hotel du Lac," he called after her.
Constance paused and glanced over her shoulder with a laugh.
"Tony," she said, "the quality which I admire most in a donkey-driver, besides truthfulness and picturesqueness, is imagination.".