He seemed in a gay mood during the remainder of their walk, but when they came to the house he would not go in. He had letters to write, he said, and he wanted to get them off his mind.
"You do not believe me," he laughed; "you believe that we Easterns are all indolent, shiftless. But no, even I can be most industrious at times. Why, while I have been in London, I have worked harder than an Arab."
"Do Arabs work hard?"
"Ah, you do not believe me. But I can assure you that my activity and industry have been wonderful. You would never guess why."
"Oh, yes," said Olive; "men of business work to make money."
"Ah, no, I think I have lost money; but that does not matter, because I have done what I set out to do. A rividerici, signorina."
"A domani."
"You know Italian then?"
"Only a little."
"But still a little. That is good. There is no other language when you know Italian. A domani, then. Shall I meet you here, and then we can walk to the links together?"