Of course I trust you, Martin, but in this sort of thing--" "All right, I see," said I."And you, signorina ?" "I'll wait too," she said.
They both rose and went out, and I heard them in conversation with Jones.

I sat still, thinking hard.

But scarcely a moment had passed, when I heard the door behind me open.

It was the signorina.

She came in, stood behind my chair, and, leaning over, put her arms round my neck.
I looked up, and saw her face full of mischief.
"What about the rose, Jack ?" she asked.
I remembered.