"As to that I don't say. But never my name on a foreign contract again, unless it takes me to London. No more parle Italiano. Let's go over to the Grand. There's an American barkeep over there, and he'll sympathize with us."
"You're on!" said O'Mally willingly.
When they were gone, Hillard asked Kitty if she had any news.
"She said that she would write you, and for you to remain here till you received the letter."
"Was that all?"
"Yes. Have you seen anything of that wretched man Worth, who is the cause of all this trouble?"
"No, nor do I care to."
"Suppose the three of us take a stroll along the Lungarno?" suggested Merrihew. "It will be the last chance together."
"You two go. I am worn out," said Hillard. "I had no sleep last night."
So Kitty and Merrihew went out together. They climbed the Ponte Vecchio, leaned against the rail back of the bust of Cellini and contemplated the trembling lights on the sluggish waters.