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 any time."
"Your cousin?" the signorino frowned a little. "Ah, you English," he said, "you consider all your cousins brothers and sisters!"
Goneril laughed.