One day there was no small excitement at the announcement of the tragic opera of _Otello_. It was given out that a new artist of great reputation would appear at the Théâtre Italien. His progress through the Italian cities had been a continued triumph. On his first appearance in Paris the connoisseurs had been determined to show him no favor. As he came on the stage, his grand, imposing figure and good-humored countenance were pre-possessing; but, when his magnificent voice rose swelling above the orchestra, there was a burst of rapturous applause. Powerful and thrilling, penetrating to the depths of pathos, that voice carried all before it; and he was voted by acclamation the first _basse-taille_ of the age. "You _must_ hear him!" said Rosina, as the ex-manager protested that he did not care for it. He would be sure to condemn what pleased those fantastical Parisians. "You must hear him in _Otello_!" persisted the fair singer. "Here is an invitation for you, written by himself." "Why should he have sent this to me?" asked the gratified Italian. "As a friend of mine," replied the singer, "he wished to show you attention. You will go with me." In the evening they went to the theatre. There was a thunderburst of applause as the colossal form of the actor moved across the stage. "A noble figure for tragedy!" exclaimed Benevolo. "Ha! I should like him for the tyrant in _Anna Bolena!_" When the superb tones of his voice, full of power, yet exquisite in melody, filled the house with the rich volume of sound, the Italian gave up his prejudices. In the deeper passion of the part he was carried away by enthusiasm like the audience. "Stupendo! Tragico!" he exclaimed, wiping his eyes, while the curtain descended. "You must speak with him!" insisted Rosina. And she drew Benevolo through the door leading behind the scenes. The great artist came to meet them. Benevolo gazed upon him in awe and astonishment; then, recovering himself, faltered forth the expression of his surprise and delight. It was "the king of tragedy" whom he had the honor of greeting! "I am rejoiced to see you at last, my good master Benevolo!" cried the artist. "Tell me if you have really been pleased. Shall I ever make a tragic actor?" "You are wonderful--the first in the world!" cried the enraptured ex-manager. "And Rosina says you are an Italian! I am proud of my countryman!" "Ah! mio fratello! but you had once not so good an opinion of me! Do you not recognize your old acquaintance--the runaway Louis?" Benevolo stared in astonishment.