Ah! those eyes! Not the baroness'.

Edvigia--Edvigia di Lira--Edvigia Ca--Cardegna! Why not ?" He stopped to think, and looked long at the moonbeams playing on the waters of the fountain.

"Why not?
But the baroness--may the diavolo fly away with her! What should I do--I indeed! with a pack of baronesses?
I will go to bed and dream--not of a baroness! Macche, never a baroness in my dreams, with eyes like a snake, and who cannot speak three words properly in the only language under the sun worth speaking! Not I--I will dream of Edvigia di Lira--she is the spirit of my dreams.

Spirto gentil--" and away he went, humming the air from the "Favorita" in the top of his head, as is his wont.
The next day the contessina could talk of nothing during her lesson but the unknown singer who had made the night so beautiful for her, and Nino flushed red under his dark skin and ran his fingers wildly through his curly hair, with pleasure.

But he set his square jaw, that means so much, and explained to his pupil how hard it would be for her to hear him again.