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At the gates O'Mally received his pourboire of twenty centesimi, saw his charge outside, closed and locked the gates, and returned to Pietro, who was in a greatly agitated state of mind. "Quando!" he cried. O'Mally handed him the exact amount, minus the lira for the button. "Santa Maria! All thees? How? No more I take dem; you!" O'Mally sat down on the bench and laughed.
"Pietro," said O'Mally, teetering, "have you ever waited for money from home?" Pietro puffed studiously, separating each word with all the care of a naturalist opening the wings of some new butterfly. He made a negative sign. "Well, don't you ever wait. There's nothing to it. But I've got an idea." Pietro expressed some surprise. "Yes, and a good idea, too.
You could have easily denied all knowledge of the invitation, referred them to your princess, wherever she may be, and we could have cleared out in the morning, poor but honest. And now you've gone and done it!" Hillard leaned against a cypress, staring at the stones. "In Venice," said she, her voice gentle, "you accepted the chance readily enough. What has changed you?" O'Mally flushed.
"I was angry and did not think. To-morrow a dozen temporary servants will be added to the household. We shall be very busy." "Before and after," said O'Mally dryly. He wondered what she on her part had telegraphed the real princess. It was all very mystifying. "Listen!" she said. "Horses," declared O'Mally. "Two," said Pietro, with a hand to his ear. La Signorina's color deepened.
"As to that I don't say. But never my name on a foreign contract again, unless it takes me to London. No more parle Italiano. Let's go over to the Grand. There's an American barkeep over there, and he'll sympathize with us." "You're on!" said O'Mally willingly. When they were gone, Hillard asked Kitty if she had any news.
"And if she isn't a princess, she ought to be one," slyly. "Zitto! She come!" Pietro got up with alacrity, pocketing his pipe, careful that the bowl was right side up. She was as daintily fresh in her pink frock as a spring tulip; a frock, thought O'Mally, that would have passed successfully in any ball-room.
A party of five Americans stood outside two men, two women, and a girl of twelve or fourteen. The whole party wore that eager look, now familiar to O'Mally, of persons who intended to see everything if they eventually died for it. "This is the Villa Ariadne?" asked one of the women. She wore eyeglasses and had a bitter expression. "It is," said O'Mally, touching his cap.
"Gentlemen," she said during a lull, "I have a plan to propose to you all." "If it will get us back to old Broadway before we are locked up for debt, let us have it at once, by all means," said O'Mally. "Well, then, I propose to wait no longer for letters from home.
"Not with the brand of cigars you are smoking; a lira-fifty each." "Well I'll try the native brand for a while, Trabucos." "Not in my immediate vicinity," Hillard objected. "No, we can't bail them out, but we can ease up their bills till money comes from home. Not one of them by this time will have a watch. O'Mally will remain sober from dire necessity. Poor Kitty Killigrew!
"Well," she said, finding that Hillard's mental reservations were not to be voiced, "here are three who will not desert me." "That's all very well," rejoined O'Mally; "but it is different with those two. Mr. Hillard's a millionaire, or near it, and he could buy his way through all the jails in Italy. Smith here, Worth and Miss Killigrew and myself, we have nothing.
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