‘Everysing! But if you could see her you would not wonder. She has hair brown and gold, and her eyes, signorina, are sometimes grey and sometimes black, and her laugh sounds like——’
‘Oh, yes, I know; you told me all that before.’
‘When she goes out to work in ze morning, signorina, wif the sunlight shining on her hair, and a smile on her lips, and a basket of clothes on her head—— Ah, zen she is beautiful!’
‘When are you going to be married?’
‘I do not know, signorina. I have not asked her yet.’
‘Then how do you know she wishes to marry you?’
‘I do not know; I just hope.’
He rolled his eyes toward the moon which was rising above the mountains on the other side of the lake, and with a deep sigh he fell back into Santa Lucia.
Constance leaned forward and scanned his face.
‘Tony! Tell me your name.’ There was an undertone of meaning, a note of persuasion in her voice.