“And what are you grinning at?” asked Colin.
“She thought it was you at the telephone,” he said. “She thought I had gone to fetch you.”
“And what did she say?” asked Colin.
Nino schooled his mouth into gravity.
“She said—scusi—but she said ‘Colin, darling, how perfectly sweet of you!’ So I said ‘Signora,’ and I think she understood for she—she rang away.”
“Rang off,” said Colin, “you’re thinking of ‘ran away.’”
“She is running away here,” said Nino.
Colin lay back on the grass.
“Why do men get in such a fuss about women?” he asked.
“Chi sa? There are plenty for all,” said Nino.