A Voyage of Consolation: (being in the nature of a sequel to the experiences of 'An American girl in London')Duncan, Sara Jeannette
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A Voyage of Consolation: (being in the nature of a sequel to the experiences of 'An American girl in London')
Duncan, Sara Jeannette
Americans -- Europe -- Fiction; Voyages and travels -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
It was at Orbatello, I think, that we made the travelling acquaintance
of the enterprising little gentleman to whom momma still mysteriously
alludes as "il capitano." He bowed ceremoniously as he entered the
carriage and stowed the inevitable enormous valise in the rack, and his
eye brightened intelligently as he saw we were a family of American
tourists. He wore a rather seamy black uniform and a soft felt hat with
cocks' feathers drooping over it, and a sword and a ridiculously amiable
expression for a man. I don't think he was five feet high, but his
moustache and his feathers and his sword were out of all proportion.
There was a gentle trustful exuberance about him which suggested that,
although it was possibly twenty-five years since he was born, his age
was much less than that. He twirled his moustache in voluble silence for
ten minutes while we all furtively scrutinised him with the curiosity
inspired by a foreigner of any size, and then with a smile of conscious
sweetness he asked the Senator if he might take the liberty to give the
trouble to see the English newspaper for a few seconds only. "I should
be too thankful," he added.
"Why certainly," said poppa, much gratified. "I see you spikkum
English," he added encouragingly.
"I speak--um, _si_. I have learned some--a few of them. But O very
baddili I speak them!"
"I guess that's just your modesty," said poppa kindly. "But that's not
an English paper, you know--it's published in New York."
"Ah!" he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "That will be much _much_ the more
pleasurable for me." His eyes shone with feeling. "In Italy," he added
with an impulsive gesture, "we love the American peoples beyond the
Londonian. We always remember that it was an Italian, Cristoforo
Col----"
"I know," said poppa. "Very nice of you. But what's your reason now, for
preferring Americans as a nation?"
We saw our first Italian shrug. It is more prolonged, more sentimental
than French ones. In this case it expressed the direct responsibility of
Fate.
"I think," he said, "that they are more _simpatica_--sympatheticated to
us." He seemed to be unaware of me, but his eye rested upon momma at
this point, and took her into his confidence.
"We also," said she reciprocally, "are always charmed to see Italians in
our country."
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