‘It means—scusi, signorina, I no like to say.’
‘You don’t know.’
‘It means—you make me say, signorina,—“I sink you ver’ beautiful like ze angels in Paradise.”’
‘Indeed! A donkey-driver, Tony, should not say anything like that.’
‘But it is true.’
‘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.’