The signorina glanced about apprehensively.
“Is he safe, Gustavo—to be about?”
“Si, signorina, sicuramente! He is just a little simple.”
Mr. Wilder chuckled.
“Where is he, Gustavo? I think I’d like to make that young man’s acquaintance.”
“I sink, signore, he is packing his trunk. He go away today.”
“Today, Gustavo?” There was audible regret in Constance’s tone. “Why is he going?”
“It is not possible for him to stand it, signorina. Valedolmo too dam slow.”
“Gustavo! You mustn’t say that; it is very, very bad. Nice men don’t say it.”
Gustavo held his ground.