But, of course, she knew that if she betrayed him to the count, Nino would be lost to her also, since he came to her only in order to maintain his relations with Hedwig.
Meanwhile the blue-eyed maiden of the North waxed fitful.

Sometimes two or three lessons would pass in severe study.

Nino, who always took care to know the passages they were reading, so that he might look at her instead of at his book, had instituted an arrangement by which they sat opposite each other at a small table.

He would watch her every movement and look, and carry away a series of photographs of her,--a whole row, like the little books of Roman views they sell in the streets, strung together on a strip of paper,--and these views of her lasted with him for two whole days, until he saw her again.

But sometimes he would catch a glimpse of her in the interval driving with her father.
There were other days when Hedwig could not be induced to study, but would overwhelm Nino with questions about his wonderful cousin who sang, so that he longed with his whole soul to tell her it was he himself who had sung.