And bid me quickly come;
Give me the consecrating kiss—
I follow to thy home!
And she, to whom myself I gave,
Shall seek the singer’s lonely grave;
There let the flower that greets her, say—
‘He loves thee still—though passed away!’”
When she had ended, Pixis came into the room. “What is all this?” he cried, as he saw the traces of emotion on her countenance.
“Francilla,” I replied, “has been telling me of Bellini’s unhappy love for Malibran.”
“Do not believe a word of it!”[14] cried Pixis, laughing. “If you get her on that chapter, she will go on romancing like any poet in the world.”