"That is the first--" "Italian" he started to say, but he caught the word before it was out "-- donkey-driver I ever saw refuse money." Lieutenant di Ferara raised his shoulders.
"_Mache_! The fellow is too honest; you do well to watch him." There was a world of disgust in his tone.
Constance glanced after the retreating figure and laughed.
"Tony!" she called.
He kept on; she raised her voice.
"Mr.Yamhankeesh." He paused.
"You call, signorina ?" "Be sure and be here by half past six on Friday morning; we must start early." "Sank you, signorina.

Good-night." "Good-night, Tony.".