Ah, forgive me; this is Professor Cardegna.

But you know him?
Yes; now that I think, we all went to the Pantheon together." Nino bowed low, and Hedwig bent her head.
"Yes," said the young girl coldly.

"Professor Cardegna gives me lessons." "Why, of course; how _bete_ I am! I was just telling him that, since he has been successful, and is enrolled among the great artists, it is a pity he is no longer tied to giving Italian lessons,--tied to coming here three times a week to teach me literature." Hedwig smiled a strange icy smile, and sat down by the window.

Nino was still utterly astonished, but he would not allow the baroness's quibble to go entirely uncontradicted.
"In truth," he said, "the Signora Baronessa's lessons consisted chiefly--" "In teaching me pronunciation," interrupted the baroness, trying to remove Hedwig's veil and hat, somewhat against the girl's inclination.
"Yes, you see how it is.

I know a little of singing, but I cannot pronounce--not in the least.