I did not hesitate to express the most liberal sentiments.
"Since there are to be no marriages in heaven," I said, "what difference
can it make, in married life, how people get there?"
"The signor and signora think also so?"
"Oh, I daresay poppa and momma have got their own opinions," I said,
"but that is mine."
"You do not think as they!" he exclaimed.
"I don't know what they think," I explained. "I haven't asked them. But
I've got my own thinker, you know." I searched for simple expressions,
and I seemed to make him understand.
"So! Then this prejudice is dead for you, Senorita--_mees_?"
"I like 'Senorita' best," I said. "I believe it is." At that moment I
divined that he was a Roman Catholic. How, I don't know. So I added,
"But I've never had the slightest reason to give it a thought."
"That must be," he said softly, "because you never met, Senorita--may I
say this?--one single gentleman w'at is Catholic."
"That's rather clever of you," I said. "Perhaps that _is_ why."
The Italian character struck me as having interesting phases, but I did
not allow this impression to appear.
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