Every now and then he looked at his watch.

"In this country, you know," said the Cavaliere, "a young lady never goes walking alone with a handsome young man.

It seems to him very strange." "It must seem to him monstrous, and if he overlooks it he must be very much in love." "Oh, he will overlook it.

He is far gone." "Who is this exemplary lover, then; what is he ?" "A Neapolitan; one of the oldest houses in Italy.

He is a prince in your English sense of the word, for he has a princely fortune.