I'm sure it will be a good show, although the price is rather high." Il Duca glared, but made no reply at the moment.

Instead, he sat stroking Tato's hair and glowering evilly at the American.
The child whispered something in Italian, and the man nodded.
"Very well, signore," he said, more quietly.

"To-morrow, then, if it so pleases you." Then, taking Tato's hand, he slowly arose and left the veranda.
For a moment the American looked after them with a puzzled expression.
Then he said to himself, with a smile: "Ah, I have solved one mystery, at any rate.

Tato is a girl!".