But Nino had noticed all this, and rejoiced at it; young as he was, however, he understood that the discovery she was about to make would be a shock that would certainly produce some palpable result, when she should see him from her box in the theatre.

He trembled for the consequences.
The lesson was over all too soon, and Nino lingered a moment to see whether the very last drops of his cup of happiness might not still be sweet.

He did not know when he should see her again, to speak with her; and though he determined it should not be long, the future seemed very uncertain, and he would look on her loveliness while he might.
"I hope you will like my cousin's singing," he said, rather timidly.
"If he sings as he has sung before he is the greatest artist living," she said calmly, as though no one would dispute it.

"But I am curious to see him as well as to hear him." "He is not handsome," said Nino, smiling a little.

"In fact, there is a family resemblance; he is said to look like me." "Why did you not tell me that before ?" she asked quickly, and fixed her blue eyes on Nino's face as though she wished to photograph the features in her mind.
"I did not suppose the signorina would think twice about a singer's appearance," said Nino quietly.