‘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 to-day.’
‘To-day, 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.
‘Si, signorina, zat yong American gentleman say it—dam slow, no divertimento.’