The table was set on the terrace; breakfast was served and the company was gathered. Breakfast consisted of the usual caffè-latte, rolls and strained honey, and—since a journey was to the fore1 and something sustaining needed—a soft-boiled egg apiece. There were four persons present, though there should have been five. The two guests were an Englishman and his wife, whom the chances of travel had brought over night to Valedolmo.
Between them, presiding over the coffee machine, was Mr. Wilder’s sister, “Miss Hazel”—never “Miss Wilder” except to the butcher and baker2. It was the cross of her life, she had always affirmed, that her name was not Mary or Jane or Rebecca. “Hazel” does well enough when one is eighteen and beautiful, but when one is fifty and no longer beautiful, it is little short of absurd. But if anyone at fifty could carry such a name gracefully3, it was Miss Hazel Wilder; her fifty years sat as jauntily4 as Constance’s twenty-two. This morning she was very business-like in her short skirt, belted jacket, and green felt Alpine5 hat with a feather in the side. No one would mistake her for a cyclist or a golfer or a motorist or anything in the world but an Alpine climber; whatever Miss Hazel was or was not, she was always game.
Across from Miss Hazel sat her brother in knickerbockers, his Alpine stock at his elbow and also his fan. Since his domicile in Italy, Mr. Wilder’s fan had assumed the nature of a symbol; he could no more be separated from it than St. Sebastian from his arrows or St. Laurence from his gridiron. At Mr. Wilder’s elbow was the empty chair where Constance should have been—she who had insisted on six as a proper breakfast hour, and had grudgingly6 consented to postpone7 it till half-past out of deference8 to her sleepy-headed elders. Her father had finished his egg and hers too, before she appeared, as nonchalant and smiling as if she were out the earliest of all.
She advanced to the table, saluted10 in military fashion, dropped a kiss on her father’s bald spot, and possessed11 herself of the empty chair. She too was clad in mountain-climbing costume, in so far as blouse and skirt and leather leggings went, but above her face there fluttered the fluffy12 white brim of a ruffled13 sun hat with a bunch of pink rosebuds14 set over one ear.
“I am sorry not to wear my own Alpine hat, Aunt Hazel; I look so deliciously German in it, but I simply can’t afford to burn all the skin off my nose.”
“You can’t make us believe that,” said her father. “The reason is, that Lieutenant15 di Ferara and Captain Coroloni are going with us today, and that this hat is more becoming than the other.”
“It’s one reason,” Constance agreed imperturbably16, “but, as I say, I don’t wish to burn the skin off my nose, because that is unbecoming too. You are ungrateful, Dad,” she added as she helped herself to honey with a liberal hand, “I invited them solely17 on your account because you like to hear them talk English. Have the donkeys come?”
“And the driver?”
“Is sitting on the kitchen doorstep drinking coffee and smiling over the top of his cup at Elizabetta. There are two of him.”
“Two! I only ordered one.”
“One is the official driver and the other is a boy whom he has brought along to do the work.”
Constance eyed her father sharply. There was something at once guilty and triumphant19 about his expression.
“On the contrary, he has.”
“Really? How clever of Gustavo! I hope,” she added anxiously, “that he talks good Italian?”
“I don’t know about his Italian, but he talks uncommonly22 good English.”
“English!” There was reproach, disgust, disillusionment, in her tone. “Not really, father?”
“Yes, really and truly—almost as well as I do. He has lived in New York and he speaks English like a dream—real English—not the Gustavo—Lieutenant di Ferara kind. I can understand what he says.”
“How simply horrible!”
“Very convenient, I should say.”
“If there’s anything I detest23, it’s an Americanized Italian—and here in Valedolmo of all places, where you have a right to demand something unique and romantic and picturesque24 and real. It’s too bad of Gustavo! I shall never place any faith in his judgment25 again. You may talk English to the man if you like; I shall address him in nothing but Italian.”
As they rose from the table she suggested pessimistically, “Let’s go and look at the donkeys—I suppose they’ll be horrid26, scraggly, knock-kneed little beasts.”
They turned out however to be unusually attractive, as donkeys go, and they were innocently engaged in nibbling, not rose-leaves but grass, under the tutelage of a barefoot boy. Constance patted their shaggy mouse-colored noses, made the acquaintance of the boy, whose name was Beppo, and looked about for the driver proper. He rose and bowed as she approached. His appearance was even more violently spectacular than she had ordered; Gustavo had given good measure.
He wore a loose white shirt—immaculately white—with a red silk handkerchief knotted about his throat, brown corduroy knee-breeches, and a red cotton sash with the hilt of a knife conspicuously27 protruding28. His corduroy jacket was slung29 carelessly across his shoulders, his hat was cocked jauntily, with a red heron feather stuck in the band; last, perfect touch of all, in his ears—at his ears rather (a close examination revealed the thread)—two golden hoops30 flashed in the sunlight. His skin was dark—not too dark—just a good healthy out-door tan: his brows level and heavy, his gaze candor31 itself. He wore a tiny suggestion of a moustache which turned up at the corners (a suspicious examination of this, might have revealed the fact that it was touched up with burnt cork); there was no doubt but that he was a handsome fellow, and his attire32 suggested that he knew it.
“He’s perfect!” she cried. “Where on earth did Gustavo find him? Did you ever see anything so beautiful?” she appealed to the others. “He looks like a brigand35 in opera bouffe.”
“My dear,” her father warned, “he understands English.”
She continued to gaze with the open admiration one would bestow37 upon a picture or a view or a blue-ribbon horse. The man flashed her a momentary38 glance from a pair of searching gray eyes, then dropped his gaze humbly39 to the ground.
Constance studied him more intently. There was something elusively41 familiar about his expression; she was sure she had seen him before.
“Buon giorno,” she replied in Italian. “You have lived in the United States?”
“Si, signorina.”
“What is your name?”
“I spik Angleesh,” he observed.
“I don’t care if you do speak English; I prefer Italian—what is your name?” She repeated the question in Italian.
“Si, signorina,” he ventured again. An anxious look had crept to his face and he hastily turned away and commenced carrying parcels from the kitchen. Constance looked after him, puzzled and suspicious. The one insult which she could not brook42 was for an Italian to fail to understand her when she talked Italian. As he returned and knelt to tighten43 the strap44 of a hamper45, she caught sight of the thread that held his earring20. She looked a second longer, and a sudden smile of illumination flashed to her face. She suppressed it quickly and turned away.
“He seems rather slow about understanding,” she remarked to the others, “but I dare say he’ll do.”
“The poor fellow is embarrassed,” apologized her father. “His name is Tony,” he added—even he had understood that much Italian.
“Was there ever an Italian who had been in America whose name was not Tony? Why couldn’t he have been Angelico or Felice or Pasquale or something decently picturesque?”
“My dear,” Miss Hazel objected, “I think you are hypercritical. The man is scarcely to blame for his name.”
“I suppose not,” she agreed, “though I should have included that in my order.”
Further discussion was precluded46 by the appearance of a station-carriage which turned in at the gate and stopped before them. Two officers descended47 and saluted. In summer uniforms of white linen48 with gold shoulder-straps, and shining top-boots, they rivalled the donkey-man in decorativeness49. Constance received them with flattering acclaim50, while she noted51 from the corner of her eye the effect upon Tony. He had not counted upon this addition to the party, and was as scowling52 as she could have wished. While the officers were engaged in making their bow to the others, Constance casually53 reapproached the donkeys. Tony feigned54 immersion55 in the business of strapping56 hampers57; he had no wish to be drawn58 into any Italian tête-à-tête. But to his relief she addressed him this time in English.
“Are these donkeys used to mountain-climbing?”
“But yes, signorina! Sicuramente. Zay are ver’ strong, ver’ good. Zat donk’, signorina, he go all day and never one little stumble.”
His English, she noted with amused appreciation59, was an exact copy of Gustavo’s; he had learned his lesson well. But she allowed not the slightest recognition of the fact to appear in her face.
“And what are their names?” she inquired.
“Dis is Fidilini, signorina, and zat one wif ze white nose is Macaroni, and zat ovver is Cristoforo Colombo.”
Elizabetta appeared in the doorway with two rush-covered flasks60, and Tony hurried forward to receive them. There was a complaisant61 set to his shoulders as he strode off, Constance noted delightedly; he was felicitating himself upon the ease with which he had fooled her. Well! She would give him cause before the day was over for other than felicitations. She stifled62 a laugh of prophetic triumph and sauntered over to Beppo.
“When Tony is engaged as a guide do you always go with him?”
“Not always, signorina, but Carlo has wished me to go to-day to look after the donkeys.”
“And who is Carlo?”
“He is the guide who owns them.”
Beppo looked momentarily guilty; the answer had slipped out before he thought.
“Oh, indeed! But if Tony is a guide why doesn’t he have donkeys of his own?”
“He used to, but one unfortunately fell into the lake and got drowned and the other died of a sickness.”
He put forth63 this preposterous64 statement with a glance as grave and innocent as that of a little cherub65.
“Is Tony a good guide?”
“But yes, of the best!”
There was growing anxiety in Beppo’s tone. He divined suspicion behind these persistent66 inquiries67, and he knew that in case Tony were dismissed, his own munificent68 pay would stop.
“Do you understand any English?” she suddenly asked.
He modestly repudiated69 any great knowledge. “A word here, a word there; I learn it in school.”
“I see!” She paused for a moment and then inquired casually, “Have you known Tony long?”
“Si, signorina.”
“How long?”
Beppo considered. Someone, clearly, must vouch70 for the man’s respectability. This was not in the lesson that had been taught him, but he determined71 to branch out for himself.
“He is my father, signorina.”
“Really! He looks young to be your father—have you any brothers and sisters, Beppo?”
“I have four brothers, signorina, and five sisters.” He fell back upon the truth with relief.
“Davvero!”
The signorina smiled upon him, a smile of such heavenly sweetness that he instantly joined the already crowded ranks of her admirers. She drew from her pocket a handful of coppers72 and dropped them into his grimy little palm.
“Here, Beppo, are some soldi for the brothers and sisters. I hope that you will be good and obedient and always tell me the truth.”
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