But Serveti again?
The thing was impossible, and I said so.
"It is not impossible," he answered, placidly.

"Successful singers make enough money in a year to buy Serveti.

A year is soon passed.

But now let us go to the station, or I shall not be in time for the train." "God bless you, Nino mio," I said, as I saw him off.

It seemed to me that I saw two or three Ninos.