The Gadfly's mobile brows went up.
“Yes; why not? I have had a good dinner; I am looking at one of the m-most beautiful views in Europe; and now I'm going to have coffee and hear a Hungarian folk-song. There is nothing the matter with either my conscience or my digestion; what more can man desire?”
“I know another thing you desire.”
“What?”
“That!” She tossed a little cardboard box into his hand.
“B-burnt almonds! Why d-didn't you tell me before I began to s-smoke?” he cried reproachfully.
“Why, you baby! you can eat them when you have done smoking. There comes the coffee.”
The Gadfly sipped his coffee and ate his burnt almonds with the grave and concentrated enjoyment of a cat drinking cream.
“How nice it is to come back to d-decent coffee, after the s-s-stuff one gets at Leghorn!” he said in his purring drawl.
“A very good reason for stopping at home now you are here.”