"Oh, there are plenty of soldiers and women."
"I should like always to live in London," repeated Gaspare, firmly.
"Well—perhaps you will. But—remember—we are all to be happy at the fair of San Felice."
"Si, signore. But be careful, or Salvatore will make you buy him a donkey. He had a wine-shop once, long ago, in Marechiaro, and the wine—Per Dio, it was always vino battezzato!"
"What do you mean?"
"Salvatore always put water in it. He is cattivo—and when he is angry—"
"I know. You told me. But it doesn't matter. We shall soon be going away, and then we sha'n't see him any more."
"Signorino?"
"You—do you want to stay here always?"