"If it was a fine morning he would sometimes remark that it was a perfect Italian sky.

But nothing more than that." I was about to thank her and move away when she stopped me with an exclamation.
"Wait one moment," she said, "now I come to think of it, I remember that about three months ago he received a letter from Italy.

I'll tell you how I came to know it.

I was standing in the front verandah when the postman brought up the letters.

He gave me mine, and then I noticed that the top letter he held in his hand had a foreign stamp.