But changed he is.

Everybody has seen it.

Let us hope that it is merely some temporary indisposition.

Ravenna can't afford to lose the Marchese." "I suppose we had better put off settling our little bit of business till another time ?" said Quinto.

"Shall we say to-morrow, at the same hour?
And I will get that paper from the Marchese in the meantime," returned Signor Ercole.
"That will suit me perfectly well; to-morrow, then, at my lodgings at ten, shall we say ?" "At ten; I will not fail to wait upon you, Signor Lalli, at that hour.
In the meantime I beg you to present my most distinguished homage to the divina Cantatrice," said the little impresario, taking off his hat and holding it at arm's length above his head, as he made a very magnificent bow.
"Servitore suo, stimatissimo Signor Ercole! A dimane!" replied old Quinto, as he returned the impresario's salutation, with a slighter and less provincial bow.
"A dimane alle dieci!" rejoined the impresario; and so the two men parted.
"Not a bad bit of luck," thought the old singing master to himself, as he sauntered towards his lodging, "that the Marchese should be in bed this morning.