"Doue lire, signor," he said and showed some wonderful teeth in a brilliant smile. John thought of a London cabby under similar circumstances, giving him three and a smile as well.
Then he turned back to Jill.
"Well--are you going to explain it all?" he asked.
"There's nothing to explain," she said, half laughing. "I'm here--isn't that enough?"
"But your husband?"
"We're not married yet. I pleaded for a long engagement."
"Then your people?"
"Aren't you satisfied that I'm here?" she said gently. "Does it matter how I got here? You might just as well be curious to know whether I came by the St. Gothard or the Simplon. But you don't ask that. I'm here--you don't worry about that. Then why worry about the other?" and her eyes twinkled with mystery.
"Is it Mrs. Crossthwaite again?"
She nodded her head with a laugh.