"Oh, I hope not the last time!"
"Yes, yes," he said a little testily; "unless—and I pray it may not be so—unless you ever need the help of an old friend."
"Dear Signor Graziano!"
"And now you will sing me my 'Nobil Amore'?"
"I will do anything you like!"
The signorino sighed and looked at her for a minute. Then he led her into the little parlour where Madame Petrucci was singing shrilly in the twilight.
A. MARY F. ROBINSON.