-There is also the day that is paid to the landlord, ’said a voice.

There was laughter, but the success of this melancholy reflection is lost in the loud triumph of Gerardo Lautrec. Reading the verses is not possible to form an idea of ​​the effect were spoken by him, his voice warm and enveloping, poignant without effort and infinite shades of tenderness or of manly pride. How was attentive and quivering all women! And how was my irritation at seeing Luciana suspended from his lips! This is the most beautiful, tall and fair as an Englishman and his phlegm and a little supercilious stiffness. Young, rich and with plenty of talent to dazzle, the women have all the success you could ever want and even some more. Luciana, her eyes were bright with excitement, thanked him warmly and then took him to the dining room on the pretext of giving a drink.

Lautrec, however, soon parted, and I gave the poor revenge for a little teasing Luciana.

– How, ’said I, – has already left the poet, despite the charms of you?

– Woe is me, ‘cried laughing, forget what is sad, let’s talk about that girl so delicious … AMOUNT’s daughter.

-That’s not happy, the poor girl is perhaps at this time in the hard trance of death.

-So let’s talk about something else he said curtly, and left me almost immediately.

I have not cheated on that dry bulk or on the movement in a bad mood, despite all that I have pondered is that the beauty of Helen, that is jealous, and jealousy prove he loves me. What else I can ask?