[continuing]
I expect, prob'ly, Doc, I won't be able to eat with you this evening. You see—
[he pauses, somewhat embarrassed]
—you see, I've come a mighty long ways to look after her, and she, prob'ly—that is, they'll prob'ly want me to have supper with them.
[The latter part of this speech is spoken rather breathlessly, though not rapidly, and almost tremulously, and with a growing smile that is like a confession.]
VASILI
Do not trouble for me. Your young people, they have a villa?
PIKE
No; they're right here in this hotel.
HORACE