"_Io non so che cosa vuol dir mi. Illustrissimo_," said the Signora, in bewilderment.
"You--you--you know. Ah? Washy? Hey? No, no," shaking his head, "not washy, but _get_ washy."
The landlady smiled. The Senator, encouraged by this, came a step nearer.
"_Che cosa? Il cuor me palpita. Io tremo_," murmured La Rocca.
She retreated a step. Whereupon the Senator at once fell back again in great confusion.
"Washy, washy," he repeated, mechanically, as his mind was utterly vague and distrait.
"_Uassi-Uuassi_?" repeated the other, interrogatively.
"Me--"
"_Tu_" said she, with tender emphasis.
"Wee mounseer," said he, with utter desperation.