Nada stretched out a welcoming hand. "We must have raced each other across Europe. I see you have your violin-case with you. You are going to play." "Yes, and I shall certainly play your favourite. I arrived just a day or two in front of you, and of course, you have not heard of my good fortune. Through the offices of Count Golitzine, I have been appointed to the post of Director of the Imperial Opera." The young girl opened her eyes wide; and turned to her mother. "What do you think of that, dearest? Signor Corsini is appointed to the directorship of the Imperial Opera." The elder woman smiled, and replied in her calm, quiet accents, directing her gaze at the young Italian. "I told you, Signor, that the name of Salmoros was one to conjure with in Russia." Nello was about to reply, when the young Princess put her finger to her lips. A sudden hush had spread over the assembly. A beautiful young Spanish woman had just ascended the small platform--a young woman known by the affectionate nickname of La Belle Quéro. She sang the well-known song from _Lucrezia Borgia_, "Il Segreto per esse felice," in her deep, resonant, contralto tones. She sang it with a vigour and abandon which placed beyond question the fact that she was a superb artist, as well as a beautiful woman. When she had finished, there was tremendous applause. An encore was insisted on and granted by the obliging _prima donna_. The Count Golitzine himself led the great singer from the platform to a seat. His keen eye had already observed Corsini in attendance on the Zouroffs. He beckoned to the young man, who made a hasty apology to the Princess and her daughter. "I have the pleasure of presenting one great artist to another," said the Count in his suavest tones. "Signor Corsini, who will presently enchant us on the violin, to Madame Quéro, who has already captivated us with her liquid notes. You have no doubt already heard, Madame, that next week Signor Corsini takes over the post of Director of the Imperial Opera." Madame Quéro--she had a husband knocking about somewhere in Spain, who never came into her calculations or scheme of existence--flashed at the handsome young Italian a very charming and provocative smile. "We shall have to work together very soon, shall we not, Signor? I am afraid you will find me a somewhat difficult person. It is just as well we should meet first on neutral ground. Perhaps when we do quarrel, we may be disposed to forgive each other the more readily for that fact." Nello was becoming quite a man of the world in this rarefied atmosphere into which he had been so suddenly projected. He replied to the raillery of the beautiful singer in becoming language. She swept an approving glance over him.