back and caught him; he dropped his eyes humbly to the floor.
'Does Beppo speak Magyar?' she inquired.
'Beppo?' There was wonder in his tone at the turn her questions were taking. 'I sink not, signorina.'
'That must be very inconvenient. Why don't you teach it to him?'
' Si , signorina.' He was plainly nonplussed.
'Yes, he says that you are his father, and I should think----'
'His father?' Tony appeared momentarily startled; then he laughed. 'He did not mean his real father; he mean--how you say--his godfather. I give to him his name when he get christened.'
'Oh, I see!'
Her next question was also a surprise.
'Tony,' she inquired with startling suddenness, 'why do you wear earrings?'
He reddened slightly.
'Because--because--der's a girl I like ver' much, signorina; she sink earrings look nice. I wear zem for her.'
'Oh!--But why do you fasten them on with thread?'
'Because I no wear zem always. In Italia, yes; in Amerik', no. When I marry dis girl and go back home, zen I do as I please, now I haf to do as she please.'
'H'm----' said Constance, ruminatingly. '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 grey. 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.'
CHAPTER VII
On the homeward journey Tony again trudged behind while the officers held their post at Constance's side. But Tony's spirits were still singing from the little encounter on the castle platform, and in spite of the animated Italian which floated back, he was determined to look at the sunny side of the adventure. It was Mr. Wilder who unconsciously supplied him with a second opportunity for conversation. He and the Englishman, being deep in a discussion involving statistics of the Italian army budget, called on the two officers to set them straight. Tony, at their order, took his place beside the saddle; Constance was not to be abandoned again to Fidilini's caprice. Miss Hazel and the Englishwoman were ambling on ahead in as matter-of-fact a fashion as if that were their usual mode of travel. Their donkeys were of a sedater turn of mind than Fidilini--a fact for which Tony offered thanks.
They were by this time well over the worst part of the mountain, and the brief Italian twilight was already fading. Tony, with a sharp eye on the path ahead and a ready hand for the bridle, was attending strictly to the duties of a well-trained donkey-man. It was Constance again who opened the conversation.
'Ah, Tony?'
' Si , signorina?'
'Did you ever read any Angleesh books--or do you do most of your reading in Magyar?'
'I haf read one, two, Angleesh books.'
'Did you ever read--er-- The Lightning Conductor , for example?'
'No, signorina; I haf never read heem.'
'I think it would interest you. It's about a man who pretends he's a chauffeur in order to--to---- There are any number of books with the same motive; She Stoops to Conquer , Two Gentlemen of Verona , Lalla Rookh , Monsieur Beaucaire --Oh, dozens of them! It's an old plot; it doesn't require the slightest originality to think of it.'
' Si , signorina? Sank you.' Tony's tone
'Does Beppo speak Magyar?' she inquired.
'Beppo?' There was wonder in his tone at the turn her questions were taking. 'I sink not, signorina.'
'That must be very inconvenient. Why don't you teach it to him?'
' Si , signorina.' He was plainly nonplussed.
'Yes, he says that you are his father, and I should think----'
'His father?' Tony appeared momentarily startled; then he laughed. 'He did not mean his real father; he mean--how you say--his godfather. I give to him his name when he get christened.'
'Oh, I see!'
Her next question was also a surprise.
'Tony,' she inquired with startling suddenness, 'why do you wear earrings?'
He reddened slightly.
'Because--because--der's a girl I like ver' much, signorina; she sink earrings look nice. I wear zem for her.'
'Oh!--But why do you fasten them on with thread?'
'Because I no wear zem always. In Italia, yes; in Amerik', no. When I marry dis girl and go back home, zen I do as I please, now I haf to do as she please.'
'H'm----' said Constance, ruminatingly. '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 grey. 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.'
CHAPTER VII
On the homeward journey Tony again trudged behind while the officers held their post at Constance's side. But Tony's spirits were still singing from the little encounter on the castle platform, and in spite of the animated Italian which floated back, he was determined to look at the sunny side of the adventure. It was Mr. Wilder who unconsciously supplied him with a second opportunity for conversation. He and the Englishman, being deep in a discussion involving statistics of the Italian army budget, called on the two officers to set them straight. Tony, at their order, took his place beside the saddle; Constance was not to be abandoned again to Fidilini's caprice. Miss Hazel and the Englishwoman were ambling on ahead in as matter-of-fact a fashion as if that were their usual mode of travel. Their donkeys were of a sedater turn of mind than Fidilini--a fact for which Tony offered thanks.
They were by this time well over the worst part of the mountain, and the brief Italian twilight was already fading. Tony, with a sharp eye on the path ahead and a ready hand for the bridle, was attending strictly to the duties of a well-trained donkey-man. It was Constance again who opened the conversation.
'Ah, Tony?'
' Si , signorina?'
'Did you ever read any Angleesh books--or do you do most of your reading in Magyar?'
'I haf read one, two, Angleesh books.'
'Did you ever read--er-- The Lightning Conductor , for example?'
'No, signorina; I haf never read heem.'
'I think it would interest you. It's about a man who pretends he's a chauffeur in order to--to---- There are any number of books with the same motive; She Stoops to Conquer , Two Gentlemen of Verona , Lalla Rookh , Monsieur Beaucaire --Oh, dozens of them! It's an old plot; it doesn't require the slightest originality to think of it.'
' Si , signorina? Sank you.' Tony's tone
Similar Books
AnyasDragons
Gabriella Bradley
Hugo & Rose
Bridget Foley
Stepbrother Studs: Sean
Selena Kitt
Russian Mobster's Forbidden Mistress
Bella Rose
Gone
Annabel Wolfe
Carnal Harvest
Robin L. Rotham
Someone Else's Conflict
Alison Layland
Find the Innocent
Roy Vickers
Judith Stacy
The One Month Marriage
The Lost Island
Douglas Preston