"It is only a supposition after all; only a conjecture.

She herself says so." "No," Jeanne burst out, sweeping away doubt and conjecture.

"No, it is not he, it is not possible.

He was never a musician." "No, no, it is not he, it is not," Noemi hastened to reassure her, speaking under her breath, for Carlino was approaching.

He came, praised their acting, and expressed a desire that they should move on slowly among the trees.
In the shadow of the trees Jeanne complained almost indignantly, that her friend had waited until then to make such a disclosure; she ought to have spoken sooner, and at home.