Take him for a frivolous public.

Ah, my Pippo!" (Agostino laughed aside to him).

"Let us lead off with a lighter piece; a trifle-tra-la-la! and then let the frisky piccolo be drowned in deep organ notes, as on some occasions in history the people overrun certain puling characters.

But that, I confess, is an illustration altogether out of place, and I'll simply jot it down in my notebook." Agostino had talked on to let her gain confidence.

When he was silent she sang from memory.