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"Afraid? no, no what I can do I can do there is no Pandiani to scold me if they not satisfied that is my own beezness is it right? oh, I say to you, Leo, if you hear Pandiani when I refuse to go to Malta you think you know the Neapolitan deealet dialect? no, it is not good for you to know all the wicked words of Naples and he is old and evil-tempered it is no matter.
"It is simple," she said, and from time to time she regarded him in a very frank and pleased and even affectionate way, as if the old comradeship of the time when they were both studying in Naples was not to be interfered with by the natural timidity of a young and extremely pretty woman coming as a stranger into a strange town. "You remember Carmela, Leo? Carmela and her her spouse they have great good-fortune they get a grand prize in the lottery then he says, 'Carmeluccia, we will go to Paris we will go to Paris, Carmeluccia and why not Nina also? Very kind, was it not? but Andrea is always kind, so also Carmela, to me. Then I am in Paris. I say, 'It is not far to London; I go to London; I go to London and see Leo. Perhaps I get an engagement oh, no, no, no, you shall not laugh!" she broke in though it was she herself who was laughing, and not he at all. "I am improved oh, yes, a little a little improved you remember old Pandiani he always say my voice not bad, but that agilit
Well, he was glad to find his old friend and comrade, Nina, getting on so well and so proud of her success and looking so charming in her new part; and he guessed that she must have written to the grumbling old Pandiani, and sent photographs of herself as Grace Mainwaring to Andrea and Carmela and her other Neapolitan friends.
Thus it ran: "Leo, it is magnificent, it is splendid, you are a true artist; to-morrow I write to Pandiani, he will be overjoyed as I am. But Miss Burgoyne no, no, no she is not artist at all she is negligent of her part, of the others in the scene she puts up her fan and talks to you from behind it why you allow that? it is insult to the public!
But in whatever direction these wayward moods drew him or tossed him, there was ever this all-pervading disquiet, and a haunting regret that almost savored of remorse, and a sick impatience of the slow-passing and lonely hours. He had given up all hopes of hearing from Nina now or of gaining any news of her. Pandiani had nothing to tell him.
"Now, now, Nina, don't be unjust," he said. "Mrs. Grey must hear the truth. Mrs. Grey, this was a young Italian who wanted to be better acquainted with Miss Nina here I believe he used to write imploring letters to her, and that she cruelly wouldn't answer them; and then he wrote to Maestro Pandiani, describing the wonderful tenor voice he had, and saying he wanted to study. I suppose he fancied that if the maestro would only believe in the mysterious qualities of this wonderful organ of his he would try to bring them out; and in the meantime the happy Nicolo would be meeting Nina continually. A lover's stratagem nothing worse than that! What is the harm of saying that you could take the high C if you were in ordinary health, but that your voice has been ill-used by a recent fever? It was Nina he was thinking of. Don't I remember how I used to hear him coming along the garden-paths in the Villa Reale if there were few people about you could hear his vile falsetto a mile off and always it was: 'Antoniella, Antoni
Why, Leo, you are too careful of me! At Naples I work hard, I am a slave to old Pandiani I suffer everything can I not work hard here in London? You think I am an infant? Certainly I am not no, no I am old old " "But light-hearted still, Nina," he said, for she was clearly bent on laughing away his fears. Then he looked at her, with a little hesitation.
Carey, he turned to Lionel and abruptly asked what salary she wanted just as if Lionel had brought him some automaton and made it work. "I think you ought to give her a very good salary," the young man said, in an undertone; "she has studied under Pandiani at Naples.
"You see, I knew it was no use writing to her friends," he continued, "for, if she were with them, she would tell them not to answer. But it is different with Pandiani. If she has got any musical engagement in Naples, or if she has gone to Malta, he would know. It seems hard that at Christmas-time we should be unable to send a message to Nina."
But then no one hears what matter? no one except those perhaps in the small garden-house for the billiard. Will there be moonlight to-night before we get back? To-morrow Pandiani will grumble. Well, let him grumble; I am not afraid of him no!"
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