Ah, what eyes!" I saw it was no use arguing on that tack, and I felt quite sure that he would forget all about it, though he looked so determined, and talked so grandly about his will.
"Nino," I said, "I am older than you." I said this to impress him, of course, for I am not really so very old.
"Diamini!" he cried impertinently, "I believe it!" "Well, well, do not be impatient.

I have seen something in my time, and I tell you those foreign women are not like ours, a whit.

I fell in love, once, with a northern fairy,--she was not German, but she came from Lombardy, you see,--and that is the reason why I lost Serveti and all the rest." "But I have no Serveti to lose," objected Nino.
"You have a career as a musician to lose.

It is not much of a career to be stamping about with a lot of figuranti and scene-shifters, and screaming yourself hoarse every night." I was angry because he laughed at my age.

"But it is a career, after all, that you have chosen for yourself.