Then Hedwig blushed very much too, and looked away, and Nino put himself between her and me, so that I might not see her.
"Could you play something for me to sing, Hedwig ?" he asked suddenly.
"Oh, yes! I can play 'Spirto gentil,' by heart," she cried, hailing the idea with delight.
In a moment they were both lost, and indeed so was I, in the dignity and beauty of the simple melody.

As he began to sing, Nino bent down to her, and almost whispered the first words into her ear.

But soon he stood erect, and let the music flow from his lips just as God made it.
His voice was tired with the long watching and the dust and cold and heat of the journey; but, as De Pretis said when he began, he has an iron throat, and the weariness only made the tones soft and tender and thrilling, that would perhaps have been too strong for my little room.
Suddenly he stopped short in the middle of a note, and gazed open-mouthed at the door.

And I looked, too, and was horrified; and Hedwig, looking also, screamed and sprang back to the window, overturning the chair she had sat on.
In the doorway stood Ahasuerus Benoni, the Jew.
Mariuccia had imprudently forgotten to shut the door when Hedwig and Nino came, and the baron had walked in unannounced.

You may imagine the fright I was in.