"Well, then, let us take a walk. If you too are staying at this inn, we
are fellow-travellers. We will walk down the Arno to the Cascine. There
are several things I should like to ask of you."
My young Englishman assented with an air of almost filial confidence, and
we strolled for an hour beside the river and through the shady alleys of
that lovely wilderness. We had a great deal of talk: it's not only
myself, it's my whole situation over again.
"Are you very fond of Italy?" I asked.