were full of apprehension, and she came back to her original
proposition.

"A man is ill."

The faces were blank. Daphne hastily consulted her phrase-book.

"I wish food," she remarked glibly. "I wish soup, and fish, and
red wine and white, and everything included, tutto compreso."

The brown eyes lighted; these were more familiar terms.

"Now?" cried Assunta and Giacomo in one breath, "at ten o'clock
in the morning?"

"Si," answered Daphne firmly, "please, thank you." And she
disappeared.

An hour later they summoned her, and looked at her in
bewilderment when she entered the dining-room with her hat on.
Giacomo stood ready for service, and the Signorina's soup was
waiting on the table.

The girl laughed when she saw it.

"Per me? No," she said, touching her dress with her finger; "for
him, up there," and she pointed upward.

Giacomo shook his head and groaned, for his understanding was
exhausted.