"And this cloak ?" "I never bought the cloak! I saw it not before!" "Then come with me to the shop in Bayswater, and hear what the girl who sold it says." "I will come at once!" cried Ferruci hastily, catching up his cane and hat.

"Come, then, my friend! Come! What does the woman say ?" "That she sold the cloak to a tall man--to a dark man with a moustache, and one who told her he was Italian." "Bah!" retorted the Count, as they hailed a hansom.

"Is all that she can say?
Why, all we Italians are supposed to be tall and dark, and wear moustaches.

Your common people in England never fancy one of us can be fair." "You are not fair," replied Lucian drily, "and your looks correspond to the description." "True! Oh, yes, sir! But that description might describe a dozen of my countrymen.

And, Mr.Denzil," added the Count, laughing, "I do not go round about saying to common people that I am an Italian.