Jerry Junior Part 8

He imitated Beppo's gesture.

"A word here, a word there. We spik Magyar at home."

"Talk a little Magyar, Tony. I should like to hear it."

"What shall I say, signorina?"

"Oh, say anything you please."

He affected to hesitate while he rehea.r.s.ed the sc.r.a.ps of language at his command. Latin--French--German--none of them any good--but, thank goodness, he had elected Anglo-Saxon in college; and thank goodness again the professor had made them learn pa.s.sages by heart. He glanced up with an air of flattered diffidence and rendered, in a conversational inflection, an excerpt from the Anglo-Saxon Bible.

"_Ealle gesceafta, heofonas and englas, sunnan and monan, steorran and eorthan, he gesceop and geworhte on six dagum._"

"It is a very beautiful language. Say some more."

He replied with glib promptness, with a pa.s.sage from Beowulf.

"_Hie dygel lond warigeath, wulfhleothu, windige naessas._"

"What does that mean?"

Tony looked embarra.s.sed.

"I don't believe you know!"

"It means--_scusi_, signorina, I no like to say."

"You don't know."

"It means--you make me say, signorina,--'I sink you ver' beautiful like ze angels in Paradise.'"

"Indeed! A donkey-driver, Tony, should not say anything like that."

"But it is true."

"The more reason you should not say it."

"You asked me, signorina; I could not tell you a lie."

The signorina smiled slightly and looked away at the view; Tony seized the opportunity to look sidewise at her. She turned back and caught him; he dropped his eyes humbly to the floor.

"Does Beppo speak Magyar?" she inquired.

"Beppo?" There was wonder in his tone at the turn her questions were taking. "I sink not, signorina."

"That must be very inconvenient. Why don't you teach it to him?"

"_Si_, signorina." He was plainly nonplussed.

"Yes, he says that you are his father and I should think--"

"His father?" Tony appeared momentarily startled; then he laughed. "He did not mean his real father; he mean--how you say--his G.o.d-father. I give to him his name when he get christened."

"Oh, I see!"

Her next question was also a surprise.

"Tony," she inquired with startling suddenness, "why do you wear earrings?"

He reddened slightly.

"Because--because--der's a girl I like ver' moch, signorina; she sink earrings look nice. I wear zem for her."

"Oh!--But why do you fasten them on with thread?"

"Because I no wear zem always. In Italia, yes; in Amerik' no. When I marry dis girl and go back home, zen I do as I please, now I haf to do as she please."

"H'm--" said Constance, ruminatingly. "Where does this girl live, Tony?"

"In Valedolmo, signorina."

"What does she look like?"

"She look like--" His eyes searched the landscape and came back to her face. "Oh, ver' beautiful, signorina. She have hair brown and gold, and eyes--yes, eyes! Zay are sometimes black, signorina, and sometimes gray.

Her laugh, it sounds like the song of a nightingale." He clasped his hands and rolled his eyes in a fine imitation of Gustavo. "She is beautiful, signorina, beautiful as ze angels in Paradise!"

"There seem to be a good many people beautiful as the angels in Paradise."

"She is most beautiful of all."

"What is her name?"

"Costantina." He said it softly, his eyes on her face.

"Ah," Constance rose and turned away with a shrug. Her manner suggested that he had gone too far.

"She wash clothes at ze Hotel du Lac," he called after her.

Constance paused and glanced over her shoulder with a laugh.

"Tony," she said, "the quality which I admire most in a donkey-driver, besides truthfulness and picturesqueness, is imagination."

CHAPTER VII

On the homeward journey Tony again trudged behind while the officers held their post at Constance's side. But Tony's spirits were still singing from the little encounter on the castle platform, and in spite of the animated Italian which floated back, he was determined to look at the sunny side of the adventure. It was Mr. Wilder who unconsciously supplied him with a second opportunity for conversation. He and the Englishman, being deep in a discussion involving statistics of the Italian army budget, called on the two officers to set them straight. Tony, at their order, took his place beside the saddle; Constance was not to be abandoned again to Fidilini's caprice. Miss Hazel and the Englishwoman were ambling on ahead in as matter-of-fact a fashion as if that were their usual mode of travel. Their donkeys were of a sedater turn of mind than Fidilini--a fact for which Tony offered thanks.