Write to the President to-morrow.

Good-night, Martin.

Make that speech of yours pretty long.

_Au revoir_ till next Friday." I prepared to go, for the colonel lingered till I came with him.

Even then we so distrusted one another that neither would leave the other alone with the signorina.
We parted at the door, he going off up the road to get his horse and ride to his "ranch," I turning down toward the Piazza.
We left the signorina at the door, looking pale and weary, and for once bereft of her high spirits.