Whatever the Commendatore's emotion might be, it generally impelled him to do something to his moustaches. Now he pulled them straight out at either side.
"Your mission has failed?" asked Susanna. "How do you mean?"
"He cannot marry you," said the Commendatore, with a shake of the head, a shrug of the shoulders. "He is engaged to a lady in England."
"Ah—I see," said Susanna.
"He is very good-looking," said the Commendatore. "He is his grandfather come back to life."
"Is he indeed?" said Susanna.
"Yes," affirmed the Commendatore. "He dresses well. He has a good manner. He is very quiet."
"Englishmen are apt to be quiet," said Susanna.
"He speaks Italian as well as I do," went on the Commendatore. "But he cannot speak Sampaolese."
"He could easily learn Sampaolese," said Susanna.