But I had not much hope.
He talked about the prospects of the vines, and such things, for some time, and I listened patiently.
"By the by," he said at last, "there is a gran signore who is gone to live in Fillettino,--a crazy man, they say, with a beautiful daughter, but really beautiful, as an angel." I was so much surprised that I made a loud exclamation.
"What is the matter ?" asked Gigi.
"It is nothing, Gigi," I answered, for I was afraid lest he should betray my secret, if I let him guess it.

"It is nothing.

I struck my foot against a stone.

But you were telling about a foreigner who is gone to live somewhere.

Fillettino?
Where is that ?" "Oh, the place of the diavolo! I do not wonder you do not know, conte, for gentlemen never go there.