"What was that song I heard you singing ?" "Oh--you heard, did you ?" laughed he.

"It's the Duke's song from 'Rigoletto.'" "That's an opera, isn't it--like 'Trovatore' ?" "Yes--an Italian opera.

Same author." "It's a beautiful song." It was evident that she longed to ask him to sing it.

She felt at ease with him; he was so unaffected and simple, was one of those people who seem to be at home wherever they are.
"Do you sing ?" he inquired.
"Not really," replied she.
"Neither do I.

So if you'll sing to me, I'll sing to you." Susan looked round in alarm.