“What singer?” asked Di Bello.
“Juno.”
“What has he to do with La Superba?”
“More than you think,” returned the yellow-visaged beldame, nodding her head mysteriously, while her long gold earrings jingled. “Listen, and it is I that will tell you something. Go to the Caffè of the Beautiful Sicilian if you would know with whom he spends his time.”
“What do you mean?”
“There it is that he meets the cantatrice.”
“Juno?”
“Si, signore.”
“Satan the Pig! Bah! What are you saying?”
“The truth, signore; the truth, I assure you. I have it on the word of Lavinia the waitress. Only yesterday she saw them kiss.”