And who loves music loves musicians; at least," she added, with a most enchanting smile, "enough to wish to have them near one.

That is all.

I want you to come here often and sing to me.

Will you come and sing to me, my little tenor ?" Nino would not have been human had he not felt the flattery through the sting.

And I always say that singers are the vainest kind of people.
"It is very like singing in a cage," he said, in protest.