"Ah," thought she, "Gerald and I used to sing that duet together.

And in those latter days how languishingly he used to look at me, behind her back, while he sang passionately, '_Ah, deh cedi, cedi a me_!' And poor cheated Rosa would say, 'Dear Gerald, how much heart you put into your voice!' O shame, shame! What _could_ I do but run away?
Poor Rosa! How I wish I could hear her sing 'Casta Diva,' as she used to do when we sat gazing at the moon shedding its soft light over the pines in that beautiful lonely island." And so, tossed for a long while on a sea of memories, she finally drifted into dream-land..