If Nino could only have heard her last words and seen her last look he would have been more hurt when he heard of her sudden death.

But he is of stone, that man, save for his love and his art.

He seems to have no room left for sympathy with human ills, nor even for fear on his own account.

Fear!--how I hate the word! Nino did not seem frightened at all when they took him away.

But as for me--well, it was not for myself this time, at least.