His eager gaze confused her.
“Sing me something,” she repeated, resting her fingers on the keys of the piano, her heart beating violently.
“Sing you,” murmured Bazilio.
He continued to gaze at her fixedly; then he gave a quick sigh, and caught her hands in his. They remained a moment thus, their hands, moist and trembling, clasped together.
At that instant the door-bell rang softly. Luiza drew her hand away quickly.
“Some one is coming,” she said.
The confused murmur of voices conversing together in low tones at the door reached their ears. Bazilio shrugged his shoulders with an expression of annoyance, and took up his hat to go.
“What! are you going away?” said Luiza in regretful accents.
“One cannot be alone with you for a moment,” he answered.
They heard the street door close noisily.