learning it.'
'Let go my hand.'
He gazed pensively at the moon and hummed Santa Lucia under his breath.
'Tony! I shall be angry with you.'
'I shall be ver' sorry for zat, signorina. I do not wish to make you angry, but I sink--perhaps you get over it.'
'You are behaving abominably to-day, Tony. I shall never stay alone with you again.'
'Signorina, look at zat moon up dere. Is it not ver' bright? When I look at zat moon I have always beautiful toughts about how much I love Costantina.'
An interval followed during which neither spoke. The driver's song was growing louder and the horses were galloping. The diligence suddenly rounded a curved cliff on two wheels. Constance lurched against him; he caught her and held her. Her lips were very near his; he kissed her softly.
She moved to the far end of the seat and faced him with flushed cheeks. 'I thought you were a gentleman!'
'I used to be, signorina; now I am only poor donkey-man.'
'I shall never speak to you again. You can climb as many mountains as you wish with my father, but you can't have anything more to do with me.'
' Scusi , signorina. I--I did not mean to. It was just an accident, signorina.'
Constance turned her back and stared at the road.
'It was not my fault. Truly it was not my fault. I did not wish to kiss you--no nevair. But I could not help it. You put your head too close.'
She raised her eyes and studied the mountain-top.
'Signorina, why you treat me so cruel?'
Her back was inflexible.
'I am desolate. If you forgive me zis once I will nevair again do a sing so wicked. Nevair, nevair, nevair.'
Constance continued her inspection of the mountain-top. Tony leaned forward until he could see her face.
'Signorina,' he whispered, 'jus' give me one li'l' smile to show me you are not angry for ever.'
The stage had stopped and Mr. Wilder was climbing down, but Constance's gaze was still fixed on the sky, and Tony's eyes were on her.
'What's the matter, Constance, have you gone to sleep? Aren't you going to get out?'
She came back with a start.
'Are we here already?'
There was a suspicion of regret in her tone which did not escape Tony.
At the Villa Rosa gates he wished them a humbly deferential good night, but with a smile hovering about the corners of his mouth. Constance made no response. As he strode off, however, she turned her head and looked after him. He turned too and caught her. He waved his hand with a laugh, and took up his way, whistling Santa Lucia in double time.
CHAPTER XIII
Three days passed in which Mr. Wilder and Tony industriously climbed, and in which nothing of consequence passed between Constance and Tony. If she happened to be about when the expeditions either started or came to an end (and for one reason or another she usually was) she ignored him entirely; and he ignored her, except for an occasional mockingly deferential bow. He appeared to extract as much pleasure from the excursions as Mr. Wilder, and he asked for no extra compensation by the way.
It was Tuesday again, just a week and a day since the young American had dropped over the wall of Villa Rosa asking for the garden of the prince. Tony and Mr. Wilder were off on a trip; Miss Hazel and Constance on the point of sitting down to afternoon tea--there were no guests to-day--when the gardener from the Hotel du Lac appeared with a message from Nannie Hilliard. She and her aunt had arrived half an hour before, which was a good two days earlier than they were due. Constance read the note with a clouded brow and silently passed it to Miss Hazel. The news was not so entirely welcome as under other circumstances it would have been. Nannie Hilliard was both perspicacious and fascinating, and Constance foresaw that her presence would tangle further the already tangled plot of the little comedy which was unfolding itself at Villa Rosa. But Miss Hazel, divining nothing of comedies or plots, was thrown into a pleasant flutter by the news. Guests were a luxury which occurred
'Let go my hand.'
He gazed pensively at the moon and hummed Santa Lucia under his breath.
'Tony! I shall be angry with you.'
'I shall be ver' sorry for zat, signorina. I do not wish to make you angry, but I sink--perhaps you get over it.'
'You are behaving abominably to-day, Tony. I shall never stay alone with you again.'
'Signorina, look at zat moon up dere. Is it not ver' bright? When I look at zat moon I have always beautiful toughts about how much I love Costantina.'
An interval followed during which neither spoke. The driver's song was growing louder and the horses were galloping. The diligence suddenly rounded a curved cliff on two wheels. Constance lurched against him; he caught her and held her. Her lips were very near his; he kissed her softly.
She moved to the far end of the seat and faced him with flushed cheeks. 'I thought you were a gentleman!'
'I used to be, signorina; now I am only poor donkey-man.'
'I shall never speak to you again. You can climb as many mountains as you wish with my father, but you can't have anything more to do with me.'
' Scusi , signorina. I--I did not mean to. It was just an accident, signorina.'
Constance turned her back and stared at the road.
'It was not my fault. Truly it was not my fault. I did not wish to kiss you--no nevair. But I could not help it. You put your head too close.'
She raised her eyes and studied the mountain-top.
'Signorina, why you treat me so cruel?'
Her back was inflexible.
'I am desolate. If you forgive me zis once I will nevair again do a sing so wicked. Nevair, nevair, nevair.'
Constance continued her inspection of the mountain-top. Tony leaned forward until he could see her face.
'Signorina,' he whispered, 'jus' give me one li'l' smile to show me you are not angry for ever.'
The stage had stopped and Mr. Wilder was climbing down, but Constance's gaze was still fixed on the sky, and Tony's eyes were on her.
'What's the matter, Constance, have you gone to sleep? Aren't you going to get out?'
She came back with a start.
'Are we here already?'
There was a suspicion of regret in her tone which did not escape Tony.
At the Villa Rosa gates he wished them a humbly deferential good night, but with a smile hovering about the corners of his mouth. Constance made no response. As he strode off, however, she turned her head and looked after him. He turned too and caught her. He waved his hand with a laugh, and took up his way, whistling Santa Lucia in double time.
CHAPTER XIII
Three days passed in which Mr. Wilder and Tony industriously climbed, and in which nothing of consequence passed between Constance and Tony. If she happened to be about when the expeditions either started or came to an end (and for one reason or another she usually was) she ignored him entirely; and he ignored her, except for an occasional mockingly deferential bow. He appeared to extract as much pleasure from the excursions as Mr. Wilder, and he asked for no extra compensation by the way.
It was Tuesday again, just a week and a day since the young American had dropped over the wall of Villa Rosa asking for the garden of the prince. Tony and Mr. Wilder were off on a trip; Miss Hazel and Constance on the point of sitting down to afternoon tea--there were no guests to-day--when the gardener from the Hotel du Lac appeared with a message from Nannie Hilliard. She and her aunt had arrived half an hour before, which was a good two days earlier than they were due. Constance read the note with a clouded brow and silently passed it to Miss Hazel. The news was not so entirely welcome as under other circumstances it would have been. Nannie Hilliard was both perspicacious and fascinating, and Constance foresaw that her presence would tangle further the already tangled plot of the little comedy which was unfolding itself at Villa Rosa. But Miss Hazel, divining nothing of comedies or plots, was thrown into a pleasant flutter by the news. Guests were a luxury which occurred
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