“Altro, I know it, signorina!”
She looked wistfully at him for a moment. Then she put out a hand to him and to Jack, with a simple confiding impulse which touched them both. “Good-bye, dear friends,” she said softly in Italian, “try always to think as kindly.”
As the heavy curtain fell behind her, Moroni turned impetuously to Ibbetson.
“Now, signore,” he said, “I must hear more.”
“Wait a moment,” said Jack. “Is it because you love her?”
“Do I not? And I mean to win her. He is dismissed, is he not? Let me hear it all, I beseech you, I burn with impatience. I will walk back with you, and then I shall hasten to her mother. What is this about the money? Shall I not call out that Trent?”