He looked down on me from time to time, and when I apologised for crowding him his face flushed a little, and he tried to bow as well as he could in the press, and said something with a German accent which seemed to be courteous.

But I was separated from Nino by him.

Maestro Ercole sang, and all the others, turn and turn about, and so at last it came to the benediction.

The tall old foreigner stood erect and unbending, but most of the people around him kneeled.

As the crowd sank down I saw that on the other side of him sat a lady on a small folding stool, her feet crossed one over the other, and her hands folded on her knees.