All that time he never said anything, and I supposed he had forgotten all about the contessina, for I did not chance to see De Pretis; and when I did he talked of nothing but Nino's _debut_ and the arrangements that were to be made.

So that I knew nothing about it, though I was pleased to see him reading so much.

He took a sudden fancy for literature, and read when he was not singing, and even made me borrow Ambrosoli, in several volumes, from a friend.

He read every word of it, and talked very intelligently about it too.

I never thought there was any reason.
But De Pretis thinks differently.