“They say all Americans are rich.”
“That’s where they make a big mistake. I know plenty of men in Omaha that wouldn’t be worth a hundred dollars if their debts were paid. As to my friend here being a rich milord, I don’t know but he is. I am not a milord at all, but only a plain American citizen.”
“I am not a milord,” said Walter Cunningham, smiling. “However, I am aware that in Italy every Englishman who has money enough to travel is supposed to be a lord, just as every American is called rich.”
“They don’t say anything about me,” said Bernard. “I wonder whether they take me to be rich or a milord?”
“They don’t take account of you because you are a boy. They think you are related to Mr. Cunningham or myself.”
“I am willing to be overlooked.”
“I wonder if I could pass myself off for a boy,” said the American humorously.
“Hardly. You have lost too much hair.”
“The gentlemen are getting impatient,” said Pasquale warningly.
“Are they? Well, I guess we shall take our time.”