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"Am I such a tyrant?" counter-questioned the signorino. "No; but they are always begging me to ask you things. Angiolino wants to know if he may go for three days to see his uncle at Fiesole." "Of course." "But why, then, don't they ask you themselves? Is it they think me so cheeky?" "Perhaps they think I can refuse you nothing." "Che! In that case they would ask Madame Petrucci."
"And ever since, she has stood there by the gate, looking down the road, waiting, calling." "The poor dear. Well ?" said he. "But do you not see, Signorino? Look at her eyes. She is weeping weeping like a Christian."
"Yes, if she were coming she would certainly have written by now." "Signorino! Signorino! Are you ready?" It was Gaspare's voice shouting vivaciously from the sunny terrace, where Tito and another donkey, gayly caparisoned and decorated with flowers and little streamers of colored ribbon, were waiting before the steps. "Si, si! I'm coming in a moment!" replied Maurice's voice from the bedroom.
They went down into the watercourse. "Signorino, what can have been the matter with Gaspare?" "I don't know." "He was looking at the train." "Was he? Perhaps he saw a friend in it. Yes, that must have been it. He saw a friend in the train."
"They will come towards evening, signorino," replied Gaspare, "when it gets cool. They do not care to be in the sun dressed like that. It might spoil their things." Evidently the promenade of these proud beauties was an important function. "We must not miss them," Maurice said to Maddalena. She looked conscious. "No, signore."
I am the Signorino's servant; but instead of serving, I make trouble for him." She paused. The Cardinal smiled at Peter. Peter answered, "Marietta, if you talk like that, you will make the Signorino cry. You are the best servant that ever lived. You are putting me to no trouble at all.
He wakes me in the morning, opens the shutters, brings sea-water for my bath, and takes his orders for the day. 'Will it do for Chioggia, Francesco? 'Sissignore! The Signorino has set off in his sandolo already with Antonio. The Signora is to go with us in the gondola. 'Then get three more men, Francesco, and see that all of them can sing.
As the Marchesino turned on the bridge that leads towards Castel dell' Ovo one of these boatmen met him and saluted him. "Good-day, Giuseppe," said the Marchesino, addressing him familiarly with a broad Neapolitan accent. "Good-day, Signorino Marchesino," replied the man. "Do you want a boat? I will take you for " The Marchesino drew out his cigarette case. "I don't want a boat.
"There is the signorino down in the garden," Ildegonda acquitted herself of the charge laid upon her by the donor of the silver franc still rejoicing her folded fingers, "who says if you will have the amiability to place yourself one moment at the window he would desire to say a word to you." The signorino.
And you must n't mind Marietta, you must n't mind her laughter. Marietta is a Latin. The Latin conception of what is laughable differs by the whole span of heaven from the Teuton. You and I are Teutons." "Teutons ?" questioned Marietta wrinkling her brow. "Yes Germanic," said he. "But I thought the Signorino was English?" "So he is." "But the cow is not Germanic.
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