“Indeed—how interested I am! Where does she live?”
“Not far off.”
“Indeed; handsome?”
“Hum—yes; here’s her portrait. A pretty graceful figure—such jetty ringlets—a rosy cheek—eyes too that sparkle—and....”
“And her name?”
“Rosina!”
“What! I the poor Lindoro’s flame?”
“As sure Rosina is your name!”
“And I shall see him, and speak to him?”
“You will—and soon—and here. But he, poor fellow, fain would have some token—just two lines; come—quick—a note.”