“Yes,” she replied.
“Fried?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks,” she answered, and began to sing with an arch expression her favorite song from the “Grande Duchesse,”—
“Once a grandfather I had,
As the chronicles relate.”
But Luiza thought this music too boisterous; she wanted something sad—sweet—a fado, for instance.
“Yes, the new fado,” answered Leopoldina; “have you heard it? It is charming, and the words are divine.”
She struck a few chords, looked up at the ceiling and sang, keeping time with her head to the music:
“Yesterday a dark-eyed youth