“There will be a big crowd. Take care the Signora does not get hurt in it.”
He laid a slight emphasis on the word “Signora,” and put his hand significantly into his waistcoat-pocket.
Gaspare regarded him calmly.
“Va bene, Signor Marchese,” he replied. “I will take care of the Signora and the Signorina.”
The Marchesino turned away and jumped into the second carriage with Emilio, realizing angrily that his gold piece would avail him nothing.
As they drove off Artois drew out some small square bits of paper.
“Here’s your ticket for the enclosure,” he said, giving one to the Marchesino.
“Grazie. But we must walk about. We must show the ladies the fun in the Mercato. It is very dull to stay all the evening in the enclosure.”
“We will do whatever they like, of course.”
“Keep close to the other carriage! Do you hear?” roared the Marchesino to the coachman.