“Delightful! Did he tell you about it himself?”
“He told my father and sister when I was out of the room; but I dare say my father will draw him out again; and we must take care to be in the way.”
“Certainly; one would not miss such an opportunity for the world. But what is his name, and where does he come from?”
“His name is Casimiro Elvi, and he comes from Italy.”
“From Italy! the very country one would guess, to be sure.”
“Pray, why?” asked Mr. Fletcher, who had overheard the whole. “Does nobody put on a disguise, is nobody shipwrecked, that does not come from Italy?”
Selina made no attempt at an answer, which surprised Anna, who said, she supposed Selina meant that the refugees, of whose misfortunes we hear so much, were generally from Italy; and that she therefore concluded Signor Elvi to be an Italian.
“Find out what she means if you can,” said Mr. Fletcher, as he turned his back upon them both.
“Tell me the rest when we go to take off our bonnets,” said Selina, in a whisper.
“Let us go now then,” said Anna, “unless you would like some more cake first.”