The words are in Italian,
but I can translate them."
"The words?" she said absently.
"The words of the song," I said.
"I do not know what you mean by the words of a song. Do not speak to me
now, Smith."
"Oh, very well," said I, thinking it all very strange, and sitting down
I divided my attention between my beautiful hose and Yoletta, still
slowly pacing the floor with that absent look on her face.
At length the curious mood changed, but I did not venture to talk any
more about music, and before very long we repaired to the eating-room,
where, for the next two or three hours, we occupied ourselves very
agreeably with those processes which, some new theorist informs us,
constitute our chief pleasure in life.
That evening I overheard a curious little dialogue. The father of the
house, as I had now grown accustomed to call our head, after rising from
his seat, stood for a few minutes talking near me, while Yoletta, with
her hand on his arm, waited for him to finish. When he had done
speaking, and turned to her, she said in a low voice, which I, however,
overheard: "Father, I shall lead to-night.
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