"Nino is a very honest man.

You may go from one end of Italy to the other and not meet one like him." "I sincerely hope so," growled Lira.

"Otherwise Italy would be as wholly unredeemed and unredeemable as you pretend that some parts of it are now.

But I will tell you, Conte Grandi, you cannot walk across the street, in my country, without meeting a dozen men who would tremble at the idea of such depravity as an elopement." "Our ideas of honesty differ, sir," I replied.

"When a man loves a woman, I consider it honest in him to act as though he did, and not to go and marry another for consolation, beating her with a thick stick whenever he chances to think of the first.