DOLORES ONCE MORE.--A PLEASANT CONVERSATION.--BUTTONS LEARNS MORE OF
HIS YOUNG FRIEND.--AFFECTING FAREWELL.
As the Club intended to leave for Rome almost immediately, the two
young men in the Strado di San Bartollo were prepared to settle with
their landlord.
When Buttons and Dick packed up their modest valises there was a
general excitement in the house; and when they called for their little
bill it appeared, and the whole family along with it. The landlord
presented it with a neat bow. Behind him stood his wife, his left the
big dragoon. And on his right Dolores.
Such was the position which the enemy took up.
Buttons took up the paper and glanced at it.
"What is this?"
"Your bill."
"My bill?"
"Yes, Signore."
"Yes," repeated Dolores, waving her little hand at Buttons.
Something menacing appeared in the attitude and tone of Dolores. Had
she changed? Had she joined the enemy? What did all this mean?
"What did you say you would ask for this room when I came here?"
Buttons at length asked.
"I don't recollect naming any price," said the landlord, evasively.
"I recollect," said Dolores, decidedly. "He didn't name any price at
all."
"Good Heavens!" cried Buttons, aghast, and totally unprepared for this
on the part of Dolores, though nothing on the part of the landlord
could have astonished him. In the brief space of three weeks that
worthy had been in the habit of telling him on an average about four
hundred and seventy-seven downright lies per day.
"You told me," said Buttons, with admirable calmness, "that it would
be two piastres a week."
"Two piastres! Two for both of you! Impossible! You might as well say
I was insane."
"Two piastres!" echoed Dolores, in indignant tones--"only think! And
for this magnificent apartment! the best in the house--elegantly
furnished, and two gentlemen! Why, what is this that he means?"
"Et tu Brute!" sighed Buttons.
"Signore!" said Dolores.
"Didn't he, Dick?'"
"He did," said Dick; "of course he did."
"Oh, that _uomicciuolo_ will say any thing," said Dolores,
contemptuously snapping her fingers in Dick's face.
"Why, Signore. Look you. How is it possible? Think what
accommodations! Gaze upon that bed! Gaze upon that furniture!
Contemplate that prospect of the busy street!"
"Why, it's the most wretched room in town," cried Buttons. "I've been
ashamed to ask my friends here."
"Ah, wretch!" cried Dolores, with flashing eyes. "You well know that
you were never so well lodged at home. This miserable! This a room to
be ashamed of! Away, American savage! And your friends, who are they?
Do you lodge with the lazaroni?"
"You said that you would charge two piastres. I will pay no more; no,
not half a carline. How dare you send me a bill for eighteen piastres?
I will pay you six piastres for the three weeks. Your bill for
eighteen is a cheat. I throw it away. Behold!"
And Buttons, tearing the paper into twenty fragments, scattered them
over the floor.
"Ah!" cried Dolores, standing before him, with her arms folded, and
her face all aglow with beautiful anger; "you call it a cheat, do you?
You would like, would you not, to run off and pay nothing? That is the
custom, I suppose, in America. But you can not do that in this honest
country."
"Signore, you may tear up fifty bills, but you must pay," said the
landlord, politely.
"If you come to travel you should bring money enough to take you
along," said Dolores.
"Then I would not have to take lodgings fit only for a Sorrento
beggar," said Buttons, somewhat rudely.
"They are too good for an American beggar," rejoined Dolores, taking
a step nearer to him, and slapping her little hands together by way
of emphasis.
"Is this the maid," thought Buttons, "that hung so tenderly on my arm
at the masquerade? the sweet girl who has charmed so many evenings
with her innocent mirth. Is this the fair young creature who--"
"Are you going to pay, or do you think you can keep us waiting
forever?" cried the fair young creature, impatiently and sharply.
"No more than six piastres," replied Buttons.
"Be reasonable, Signore. Be reasonable," said the landlord, with a
conciliatory smile; "and above all, be calm--be calm. Let us have no
contention. I feel that these honorable American gentlemen have no
wish but to act justly," and he looked benignantly at his family.
"I wish I could feel the same about these Italians," said Buttons.
"You will soon feel that these Italians are determined to have their
due," said Dolores.
"They shall have their due and no more."
"Come, Buttons," said Dick, in Italian, "let us leave this old
rascal."
"Old rascal?" hissed Dolores, rushing up toward Dick as though she
would tear his eyes out, and stamping her little foot. "Old rascal!
Ah, piccolo Di-a-vo-lo!"
"Come," said the landlord; "I have affection for you. I wish to
satisfy you. I have always tried to satisfy and please you."
"The ungrateful ones!" said Dolores. "Have we not all been as
friendly to them as we never were before? And now they try like
vipers to sting us."
"Peace, Dolores," said the landlord, majestically. "Let us all be
very friendly. Come, good American gentlemen, let us have peace. What
now _will_ you pay?"
"Stop!" cried Dolores. "Do you bargain? Why, they will try and make
you take a half a carline for the whole three weeks. I am ashamed
of you. I will not consent."
[Illustration: Two Piastres!]
"How much will you give?" said the landlord, once more, without
heeding his daughter.
"Six piastres," said Buttons.
"Impossible!"
"When I came here I took good care to have it understood. You
distinctly said two piastres per week. You may find it very
convenient to forget. I find it equally convenient to remember."
"Try--try hard, and perhaps you will remember that we offered to
take nothing. Oh yes, nothing--absolutely nothing. Couldn't think
of it," said Dolores, with a multitude of ridiculous but
extremely pretty gestures, that made the little witch charming
even in her rascality.--"Oh yes, nothing"--a shrug of the shoulders
--"we felt so honored"--spreading out her hands and bowing.--"A great
American!--a noble foreigner!"--folding her arms, and strutting up
and down.--"Too much happiness!"--here her voice assumed a tone of
most absurd sarcasm.--"We wanted to entertain them all the rest of
our lives for nothing"--a ridiculous grimace--"or perhaps your sweet
conversation has been sufficient pay--ha?" and she pointed her little
rosy taper finger at Buttons as though she would transfix him.
Buttons sighed. "Dolores!" said he, "I always thought _you_ were my
friend. I didn't think that you would turn against me."
"Ah, infamous one! and foolish too! Did you think that I could ever
help you to cheat my poor parents? Was this the reason why you sought
me? Dishonest one! I am only an innocent girl, but I can understand
your villainy."
"I think you understand a great many things," said Buttons,
mournfully.
"And to think that one would seek my friendship to save his money!"
Buttons turned away. "Suppose I stayed here three weeks longer, how
much would you charge?" he asked the landlord.
That worthy opened his eyes. His face brightened.
"Three weeks longer? Ah--I--Well--Perhaps--"
"Stop!" cried Dolores, placing her hand over her father's mouth--"not
a word. Don't you understand? He don't want to stay three minutes
longer. He wants to get you into a new bargain, and cheat you."
"Ah!" said the landlord, with a knowing wink. "But, my child, you are
really too harsh. You must not mind her, gentlemen. She's only a
willful young girl--a spoiled child--a spoiled child."
"Her language is a little strong," said Buttons, "but I don't mind
what she says."
"You may deceive my poor, kind, simple, honest, unsuspecting father,"
said she, "but you can't deceive me."
"Probably not."
"Buttons, hadn't we better go?" said Dick; "squabbling here won't
benefit us."
"Well," said Buttons, slowly, and with a lingering look at Dolores.
But as Dolores saw them stoop to take their valises she sprang to the
door-way.
"They're going! They're going!" she cried. "And they will rob us. Stop
them."
"Signore," said Buttons, "here are six piastres. I leave them on the
table. You will get no more. If you give me any trouble I will summon
you before the police for conspiracy against a traveller. You can't
cheat me. You need not try."
So saying, he quietly placed the six piastres on the table, and
advanced toward the door.
"Signore! Signore!" cried the landlord, and he put himself in his way.
At a sign from Dolores the big dragoon came also, and put himself
behind her.
"You shall not go," she cried. "You shall never pass through this door
till you pay."
"Who is going to stop us?" said Buttons.
"My father, and this brave soldier who is armed," said Dolores, in a
voice to which she tried to give a terrific emphasis.
"Then I beg leave to say this much," said Buttons; and he looked with
blazing eyes full in the face of the "brave soldier." "I am not a
'brave soldier,' and I am not armed; but my friend and I have paid
our bills, and we are going through that door. If you dare to lay so
much as the weight of your finger on me I'll show you how a man can
use his fists."
Now the Continentals have a great and a wholesome dread of the English
fist, and consider the American the same flesh and blood. They believe
that "le bogues" is a necessary, part of the education of the whole
Anglo-Saxon race, careful parents among that people being intent upon
three things for their children, to wit:
(1.) To eat _Rosbif_ and _Bifiek_, but especially the former.
(2.) To use certain profane expressions, by which the Continental can
always tell the Anglo-Saxon.
(3.) TO STRIKE FROM THE SHOULDER!!!
Consequently, when Buttons, followed by Dick, advanced to the door,
the landlord and the "brave soldier" slipped aside, and actually
allowed them to pass.
Not so Dolores.
She tried to hound her relatives on; she stormed; she taunted them;
she called them cowards; she even went so far as to run after Buttons
and seize his valise. Whereupon that young gentleman patiently waited
without a word till she let go her hold. He then went on his way.
Arriving at the foot of the stairway he looked back. There was the
slender form of the young girl quivering with rage.
"Addio, Dolores!" in the most mournful of voices.
"Scelerato!" was the response, hissed out from the prettiest of lips.
The next morning the Dodge Club left Naples.
[Illustration: The Brave Soldier.]