“The more reason you should not say it.”
“You asked me, signorina; I could not tell you a lie.”
The signorina smiled slightly and looked away at the view; Tony seized the opportunity to look sidewise at her. She turned back and caught him; he dropped his eyes humbly to the floor.
“Does Beppo speak Magyar?” she inquired.
“Beppo?” There was wonder in his tone at the turn her questions were taking. “I sink not, signorina.”
“That must be very inconvenient. Why don’t you teach it to him?”
“Si, signorina.” He was plainly nonplussed.
“Yes, he says that you are his father and I should think—”
“His father?” Tony appeared momentarily startled; then he laughed. “He did not mean his real father; he mean—how you say—his god-father. I give to him his name when he get christened.”
“Oh, I see!”