'These white women are most wonderful!' thought Beppo, ready to stagger between perplexity and impatience.
'There; in there!' said Aennchen, pointing to a light that came through the folds of a curtain.

Beppo kissed her fingers as they tugged unreluctantly in his clutch, and knew by a little pause that the case was hopeful for higher privileges.

What to do?
He had not an instant to spare; yet he dared not offend a woman's vanity.

He gave an ecstatic pressure of her hand upon his breastbone, to let her be sure she was adored, albeit not embraced.

After this act of prudence he went toward the curtain, while the fair Austrian soubrette flew on her previous errand.
It was enough that Beppo found himself in a dark antechamber for him to be instantly scrupulous in his footing and breathing.