Silence.
“Ah, Tony?” she asked presently.
“Si, signorina?”
“What is it you want to ask?”
“Are you going to marry that Italian lieutenant—or perhaps the captain?”
“That is impertinent.”
“Are you?”
“You forget yourself, Tony. It is not your place to ask such a question.”
“Si, signorina; it is my place. If it is true I cannot be your donkey-man any longer.”
“No, it is not true, but that is no concern of yours.”