"Very much indeed."
"Youar countrymen haf tol me zey would like to stay here alloway."
"It is a beautiful place."
"Did you aiver see any thin moaire loafely?" And the Countess looked full in his face.
"Never," said the Senator, earnestly. The next instant he blushed. He had been betrayed into a compliment.
The Countess sighed.
"Helas! my Senator, that it is not pairmitted to moartals to sociate as zey would laike."
"'Your Senator,'" thought the gentleman thus addressed; "how fond, how tender--poor thing! poor thing!"
"I wish that Italy was nearer to the States," said he.
"How I adamiar youar style of mind, so differente from ze Italiana. You are so strong--so nobile. Yet would Maike to see moar of ze poetic in you."