At this point the hostile critic exclaimed: "To Bruges?
Why ?" "Because," answered Carlino, "I send him wherever I wish.

Because at Bruges there is the silence of the ante-chamber of Eternity, and that _carillon_ (which honestly is beginning to exasperate me) may pass for the voices of summoning angels.

Finally, because at Bruges there is a dark young lady slight, tall, and whom we may also call intelligent, although she speaks Italian badly, and does not understand music." Noemi pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose.
"What nonsense," she said.
Carlino continued, saying he did not yet know how, but in some way or another the brunette would become the penitent of the old priest.

Noemi protested, laughing.

How?
The girl could not be herself.