"We are not tired of thanking him, but he hates being thanked.

If he would only get into some terrible scrape, Giulia and I would set out to rescue him at once; but you see he gets out of his scrapes before we hear of them.

It is quite disheartening not to be able to do anything." Francis laughed merrily.
"It is terrible, is it not, signora?
But if I manage to get into any scrape, and have time to summon you to my assistance, be sure I will do so.

But, you see, one cannot get into a scrape when one chooses, and I must be content, while I am away, in knowing that I have the good wishes of you and your sister." "Do not trouble yourself, Maria," her father said.

"Some day an opportunity may come for our paying our debts, and in the meantime Francis is content that we should be his debtors." "And now, what are you going to do, papa ?" "I shall sail with you for Venice tomorrow.