All the pleading force of his eyes was thrown into it, as he said: 'She will sing: and she gives the signal; that is certain.

We may have to rescue her.

If I can place her under your charge, I shall feel that she is safe, and is really protected.' The countess looked at Luciano before she answered: 'Yes, Carlo, whatever I can do.

But you know I have not a scrap of influence.' 'Let her lie on your bosom, my mother.' 'Is this to be another Violetta ?' 'Her name is Vittoria,' said Carlo, colouring deeply.

A certain Violetta had been his boy's passion.
Further distracting Austrian band-music was going by.