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"I came here at your instigation for rest and relaxation--to get rid of
nervous worries, and here I find a big new worry waiting for me that I'd
never thought of having before. 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. 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. What are they like?"

"German mountain-climbers wif nails in zer shoes. Zey have gone to Riva
on ze first boat."

"That's too bad--then the hotel is empty?"

"But no! Zer is an Italian Signora wif two babies and a governess, and
two English ladies and an American gentleman--"

"An American gentleman?" Her tone was languidly interested. "How long has
he been here?"

"Tree--four day."

"Indeed--what is he like?"

"Nice--ver' nice." (Gustavo might well say that; his pockets were lined
with the American gentleman's silver lire.) "He talk to me always.
'Gustavo,' he say, 'I am all alone; I wish to be 'mused. Come and talk
Angleesh.' Yes, it is true; I have no time to finish my work; I spend
whole day talking wif dis yong American gentleman. He is just a little--"
He touched his head significantly.

"Really?" She raised her eyes with an air of awakened interest. "And how
did he happen to come to Valedolmo?"

"He come to meet his fam