“Why, of course, Gonerilla. I am charmed!”
Goneril kissed the old lady, and danced downstairs brimming over with delight.
Later in the morning Signor Graziano called.
“Will you come out with me, Mees Goneril?” he said. “On my land the earliest vintage begins to-day.”
“Oh, how nice!” she cried.
“Come, then,” said the signorino, smiling.
“Oh, I can’t come to-day, because of Jack.”
“Jack?”
“My cousin; he may come at any time.”
“Your cousin!” The signorino frowned a little. “Ah, you English,” he said, “you consider all your cousins brothers and sisters!”