I am sure of it." "We will speak of that by and by.

You--what are you?
Nothing but a singer, who has not even appeared before the public, without a baiocco in the world or anything else but your voice.

You are not even handsome." "What difference does that make to a woman of heart ?" retorted Nino angrily.

"Let me only speak to her--" "A thousand devils!" exclaimed De Pretis impatiently; "what good will you do by speaking to her?
Are you Dante, or Petrarca, or a preacher--what are you?
Do you think you can have a great lady's hand for the asking?
Do you flatter yourself that you are so eloquent that nobody can withstand you ?" "Yes," said Nino, boldly.

"If I could only speak to her--" "Then in heaven's name, go and speak to her.