That, at least, is how I feel it.

A ricordo from you--from you to me--is a ricordo of nothing.

It has no reference." "Ah, my dear!" he vaguely protested.

Their entertainer, meanwhile, stood there with his eyes on them, and the girl, though at this minute more interested in her passage with her friend than in anything else, again met his gaze.

It was a comfort to her that their foreign tongue covered what they said--and they might have appeared of course, as the Prince now had one of the snuffboxes in his hand, to be discussing a purchase.
"You don't refer," she went on to her companion.