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'I suppose it is, he acknowledged regretfully, as he resumed his hat and umbrella and palm-leaf fan. She paused for a second in the gateway. 'Addio, Gustavo, she called over her shoulder. 'Don't forget the earrings. Gustavo bowed twice and turned back with a dazed air to direct the business in hand. The boot-boy, reappearing, shook his head. No, the gentleman was not to be found in the garden.
'But she tell me zat she is acquaint wif ze brover for six years. He shook his head hopelessly. 'That's all right. Tony patted his shoulder reassuringly. 'When she knew me I used to have yellow hair, but I thought it made me look too girlish, so I had it dyed black. She didn't recognize me. Gustavo accepted the explanation with a side-glance at the hair.
'Thank you He grasped at the first idea that presented itself. 'I'm stopping at the Hotel du Lac, and Gustavo, you know, told me there was a villa somewhere around here that belongs to Prince Someone or Other. If you ring at the gate and give the gardener two francs and a visiting card, he will let you walk around and look at the trees.
This valuable and interesting letter is preserved in the State archives of the House of Este at Modena, and was first published by Signor Gustavo Uzielli, in his Leonardo da Vinci e Tre donne Milanesi, p. 43. Muratori, xxiv. 342. M. Sanuto, Diarii, i. 489. L. Pélissier, Les Amies de L. Sforza. Cantù in A. S. L., 1874, p. 183.
We have only had veal Milanese fashion five times since I came. He waved his hand jauntily and strolled whistling down the arbour that led to the lake. Gustavo looked after him and shook his head. Then he took out the two-lire piece and rang it on the table. The metal rang true. He shrugged his shoulders and turned back indoors to order the veal.
That head waiter, that Gustavo, knows where he is, but we can't get a word out of him. He tells a different story every ten minutes. I looked in the register to see if by chance he'd left an address there, and what do you think I found? 'Oh! said Constance; there was a world of illumination in her tone. 'What did you find? she asked, hastily suppressing every emotion but polite curiosity.
Gustavo hovered over them, awaiting their pleasure, the genius itself of respectful devotion. It was Constance who gave the order she, it might be noticed, gave most of the orders that were given in her vicinity. She framed it in English out of deference to Gustavo's pride in his knowledge of the language. 'A glass of vino santo for the signore and limonata for me.
The parrot, since she had last conversed with him, had acquired several new expressions in the English tongue. As Gustavo reappeared with the eggs, she confronted him sternly. 'Have you been teaching this bird English? I am surprised! 'No, signorina. It was it was Gustavo mopped his brow. 'He jus' pick it up.
'Gustavo, is the jail strong? 'Ver' strong, signorina. 'He can't escape and get over into Austria? We are very near the frontier, you know. 'No, signorina, it is impossible. He shook his head hopelessly. Constance laughed and slipped her hand through her father's arm. 'Come, Dad. The first thing in the morning we'll go down to the jail and cheer him up.
Pater's "Marius," "The Literature of Introspection," Jane Austen, Keats, Gustavo Becquer, and various others.
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