Jerry Part 6

'_Si_, signorina,' he ventured again. An anxious look had crept to his face and he hastily turned away and commenced carrying parcels from the kitchen. Constance looked after him, puzzled and suspicious. The one insult which she could not brook was for an Italian to fail to understand her when she talked Italian. As he returned and knelt to tighten the strap of a hamper, she caught sight of the thread that held his earring.

She looked a second longer, and a sudden smile of illumination flashed to her face. She suppressed it quickly and turned away.

'He seems rather slow about understanding,' she remarked to the others, 'but I dare say he'll do.'

'The poor fellow is embarra.s.sed,' apologized her father. 'His name is Tony,' he added--even he had understood that much Italian.

'Was there ever an Italian who had been in America whose name was not Tony? Why couldn't he have been Angelico or Felice or Pasquale or something decently picturesque?'

'My dear,' Miss Hazel objected, 'I think you are hypercritical. The man is scarcely to blame for his name.'

'I suppose not,' she agreed, 'though I should have included that in my order.'

Further discussion was precluded by the appearance of a station-carriage which turned in at the gate and stopped before them. Two officers descended and saluted. In summer uniforms of white linen with gold shoulder-straps, and s.h.i.+ning top-boots, they rivalled the donkey-man in decorativeness. Constance received them with flattering acclaim, while she noted from the corner of her eye the effect upon Tony. He had not counted upon this addition to the party, and was as scowling as she could have wished. While the officers were engaged in making their bow to the others, Constance casually reapproached the donkeys. Tony feigned immersion in the business of strapping hampers; he had no wish to be drawn into any Italian _tete-a-tete_. But to his relief she addressed him this time in English.

'Are these donkeys used to mountain-climbing?'

'But yes, signorina! _Sicuramente_. Zay are ver' strong, ver' good. Zat donk', signorina, he go all day and never one little stumble.'

His English, she noted with amused appreciation, was an exact copy of Gustavo's; he had learned his lesson well. But she allowed not the slightest recognition of the fact to appear in her face.

'And what are their names?' she inquired.

'Dis is Fidilini, signorina, and zat one wif ze white nose is Macaroni, and zat ovver is Cristoforo Colombo.'

Elizabetta appeared in the doorway with two rush-covered flasks, and Tony hurried forward to receive them. There was a complaisant set to his shoulders as he strode off, Constance noted delightedly; he was felicitating himself upon the ease with which he had fooled her. Well!

she would give him cause before the day was over for other than felicitations. She stifled a laugh of prophetic triumph and sauntered over to Beppo.

'When Tony is engaged as a guide do you always go with him?'

'Not always, signorina, but Carlo has wished me to go to-day to look after the donkeys.'

'And who is Carlo?'

'He is the guide who owns them.'

Beppo looked momentarily guilty; the answer had slipped out before he thought.

'Oh, indeed! But if Tony is a guide why doesn't he have donkeys of his own?'

'He used to, but one unfortunately fell into the lake and got drowned, and the other died of a sickness.'

He put forth this preposterous statement with a glance as grave and innocent as that of a little cherub.

'Is Tony a good guide?'

'But yes, of the best!'

There was growing anxiety in Beppo's tone. He divined suspicion behind these persistent inquiries, and he knew that in case Tony were dismissed, his own munificent pay would stop.

'Do you understand any English?' she suddenly asked.

He modestly repudiated any great knowledge. 'A word here, a word there; I learn it in school.'

'I see!' She paused for a moment and then inquired casually, 'Have you known Tony long?'

'_Si_, signorina.'

'How long?'

Beppo considered. Some one, clearly, must vouch for the man's respectability. This was not in the lesson that had been taught him, but he determined to branch out for himself.

'He is my father, signorina.'

'Really! He looks young to be your father--have you any brothers and sisters, Beppo?'

'I have four brothers, signorina, and five sisters.' He fell back upon the truth with relief.

'_Davvero_!'

The signorina smiled upon him, a smile of such heavenly sweetness that he instantly joined the already crowded ranks of her admirers. She drew from her pocket a handful of coppers and dropped them into his grimy little palm.

'Here, Beppo, are some soldi for the brothers and sisters. I hope that you will be good and obedient and _always_ tell me the truth.'

CHAPTER V

After some delay--owing to Tony's inability to balance the chafing-dish on Cristoforo Colombo's back--they filed from the gateway, an imposing cavalcade. The ladies were on foot, loftily oblivious to the fact that three empty saddles awaited their pleasure. Constance, a gesticulating officer at either hand, was vivaciously talking Italian, while Tony, trudging behind, listened with a sombre light in his eye. She now and then cast a casual glance over her shoulder, and as she caught sight of his gloomy face the animation of her Italian redoubled. The situation held for her mischief-loving soul undreamed-of possibilities; and though she ostensibly occupied herself with the officers, she by no means neglected the donkey-man.

During the first few miles of the journey he earned his four francs.

Twice he res.h.i.+fted the pack because Constance thought it insecure (it was a disgracefully unprofessional pack; most guides would have blushed at the making of it); once he retraced their path some two hundred yards in search of a veil she thought she had dropped--it turned out that she had had it in her pocket all of the time. He chased Fidilini over half the mountainside while the others were resting, and he carried the chafing-dish for a couple of miles because it refused to adjust itself nicely to the pack. The morning ended by his being left behind with a balking donkey, while the others completed the last ascent that led to their halting-place for lunch.

It was a small plateau shaded by oak trees with a broad view below them, and a mountain stream foaming down from the rocks above. It was owing to Beppo's knowledge of the mountain paths rather than Tony's which had guided them to this agreeable spot; though no one in the party except Constance appeared to have noted the fact. Tony arrived some ten minutes after the others, hot but victorious, driving Cristoforo Colombo before him. Constance welcomed his return with an off-hand nod and set him about preparing lunch. He and Beppo served it and repacked the hampers, entirely ignored by the others of the party. Poor Tony was beginning to realize that a donkey-man lives on a desert island in so far as any companions.h.i.+p goes. But his moment was coming. As they were about to start on, Constance spied high above their heads, where the stream burst from the rocks, a clump of starry white blossoms.

'Edelweiss!' she cried. 'Oh, I must have it--it's the first I ever saw growing; I hadn't supposed we were high enough.' She glanced at the officers.

The ascent was not dangerous, but it was undeniably muddy, and they both wore white; with very good cause they hesitated. And while they hesitated, the opportunity was lost. Tony sprang forward, scrambled up the precipice hand over hand, swung out across the stream by the aid of an overhanging branch, and secured the flowers. It was very gracefully and easily done, and a burst of applause greeted his descent. He divided his flowers into two equal parts, and sweeping off his hat, presented them with a bow, not to Constance, but to the officers, who somewhat sulkily pa.s.sed them on. She received them with a smile; for an instant her eyes met Tony's, and he fell back, rewarded.

The captain and lieutenant for the first time regarded the donkey-man, and they regarded him narrowly, red sash, earrings, stiletto and all.

Constance caught the look and laughed.

'Isn't he picturesque?' she inquired in Italian. 'The head-waiter at the Hotel du Lac found him for me. He has been in the United States and speaks English, which is a great convenience.'

The two said nothing, but they looked at each other and shrugged.

The donkeys were requisitioned for the rest of the journey; while Tony led Miss Hazel's mount, he could watch Constance ahead on Fidilini, an officer marching at each side of her saddle. She appeared to divide her favours with nice discrimination; it was not her fault if the two were jealous of one another. Tony could draw from that obvious fact what consolation there was in it.