"Do you come in here often?" asked Giovanni suddenly. "No," I said, "not very often." "But you will come," he teased, with a wonderful, mocking light on his face, "more often now?" I stammered: "Why?" "Ah!" cried Giovanni. "Don't you know when you have made a friend?" I knew I must look foolish and that my question was foolish too: "So soon?" "Why no," he said, reasonably, and looked at his watch, "we can wait another hour if you like. We can become friends then. Or we can wait until closing time. We can become friends . Or we can wait until tomorrow, only that means that you must come in here tomorrow and perhaps you have something else to do."