Paolo opened his eyes in surprise. “It is well,” he said, “you are more prudent when you are in your own country. This is what you must do, Isaack, amico. You will first find an _appartamento_. It is not always that one is so fortunate as me. This is perfect--non é vero? It is all one could want. A bed--ecco! a table, the sof-fa that has come from a palazzo, even a little tabouret for the feet--everything. And then the balcone! When it makes warm in the summer, in July and Agosto, it is, oh! fresco, freschissimo so fresh and cool here! The first thing is an _appartamento_. But in every way I am too fortunate. As soon I dress in the morning, there is a caffè in face--you can see it if you look down--where I can have my coffee in a moment. No waiting as when you go to a distance, but at the moment. They are about to send us now the coffee, amico, to clear our head. You will see how good it is. Then when the time come for the other breakfast--what you call lunch--there is a restaurant near the bureau. You have two very good dish, a dolce, and dessert; and very little to pay. I will lead you to-morrow to that place. And at last the dinner at the Leone. Figure to yourself so much comfort all in one day! And you see the journals for nothing, and hear what all the people say.” “Bless us all,” said Harry, “in that way you are never at home.” “At ’ome! I am at ’ome everywere,” the little Italian said; “all is friends; whatever goes on, everyone makes part of it to me. And when all is over you mount in your _appartamento_, you are tranquil, you light your lamp, you fume slowly your cigar on the balcone, you go to bed. And you make economies--great economies. Me even, that have not moche appointment, I become a little rich, what you call at my ease. And you, who will have moche more as me----” “Why should I? You are a great deal more use than I am,” Harry said. Paolo shook his head with a cheerful yet shrewd acceptance of the position. “Si, I am of more use,” he said. “I am good for something; you, caro, not good for moche yet. But look at you and look at me. That expliques itself. That is the world’s way--what you call the world’s way. Come; the first thing is an _appartamento_. You think, perhaps, it is too high up here? But smell the good air,” cried Paolo; “that is of itself refreshing--and the view! You will pay more scudi at the Leone in a week than for a month here. Ecco! here is the coffee, and though it is not yet quite dark, that amiable garzone, see, he has brought us a lamp.”