But it was of no use.

"I love her, and have sung beneath her window; but I never had a written word from her in my life, and I neither told this woman of my love nor asked her assistance.

She guessed it at the first; she guessed the reason of my disguise, and she herself offered to help me.

You may speak now.

Ask her." Nino relaxed his hold, and stood off, still grasping the knife.