"Meestake."
"How old would she be?"
Pietro wrinkled his brow, "Oh, quaranta, cinquanta; fifty-forty. Who knows?"
"Fifty! How old are you?" suspiciously.
"Settanta; seventy."
"Well, you look it. But why hasn't the princess ever been here, when it's so beautiful?"
"Woman."
"What woman?"
"La Principessa. Many villas, much money."
O'Mally kicked at one of the lizards. "I thought she might be young."