“Oh! Fine! Fine!” he exclaimed. “Whose is that delicious music?”
“It is Mozart’s,” replied Rafaela.
“Don’t you play the piano, Quentin?”
“Oh, very little. Just enough to accompany myself when I sing.”
“Ah! Then you sing?”
“I used to sing a little in school; but I have a poor voice, and I use it badly.”
“Very well, sing for us; if you do it badly, we’ll tell you,” said Rafaela.
“Yes, sing—do sing!” exclaimed Remedios.
Quentin sat down at the piano and played the introductory chords of Count di Luna’s aria in Il Trovatore: