“You are so adorably literal, Vittorio. Such a boy in spite of all your experience! Any woman who couldn’t trust herself to go with you to the ends of the earth, would be a blind fool.”
“Then you will make up your mind? You will come?” he cried eagerly.
She shook her head with a maternal smile.
“Who knows, Vittorio? My emotions seem to be as unstable as the weather. I’m about as reliable as a will-o’-the-wisp. Better place your allegiance elsewhere, dear friend. I have kept you waiting too long already.”
He rose to his feet and stood over her vehemently.
“Never, never. There’s no woman who can compare with you, bellissima donna. And if there is, I do not want her!”
Anne’s eyes twinkled.
“How about the statuesque Ellen? One doesn’t shed turquoise necklaces for nothing.”
He blushed like a guilty school boy.
“Were you jealous, Anne?” His eyes were uncontrollably eager.