Emilia said a word, and he snapped at her, immediately adding, "Hein?
Ah! so!" with a charming urbanity.
"How lucky that we should meet you," exclaimed Emilia. "We were just coming to you—to find out, I mean, where you were, and call on you."
"Ough! do not tell me lies," said Mr. Pericles, clasping the hollow of his cheeks between thumb and forefinger.
"Allow me to assure you that what Miss Belloni has said is perfectly correct," Sir Purcell remarked.
Mr. Pericles gave a short bow. "It is ze same; I am much obliged."
"And you have just come from Italy?" said Emilia.
"Where you did me ze favour to send me, it is true. Sanks!"
"Oh, what a difference between Italy and this!" Emilia turned her face to the mottled yellow windows.
"Many sanks," repeated Mr. Pericles, after which the three continued silent for a time.
At last Emilia said, bluntly, "I have come to ask you to take me to
Italy."