"Are you sure?" In her manner was suspicion, not quite allayed.
"Well—I have spent the last hour there—and many previous hours."
"Very likely. But I don't believe you."
"Am I a liar?"
"I really don't know."
"But you just said I was the only truthful man in Austria."
"Merely a form of speech. I meant relatively. You might be the most truthful man in Austria and yet have no standing in heaven—or any other honest resort."
Dr. Cervini smiled. "True, too true! But who told you our Diva was here about?"
"A connoisseur. A judge of voices. One who could not be mistaken. He heard her voice one evening, here, along this road."
"Was he sure it was the Diva?"