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Rh had a fine voice, like a silver bell, but that now he was at the age when the voice changes—he did, in fact, talk in a sort of bass constantly falling into falsetto—and that he was therefore forbidden to sing; but that Pantaleone now really might try his skill of old days in honour of their guest! Pantaleone promptly put on a displeased air, frowned, ruffled up his hair, and declared that he had given it all up long ago, though he could certainly in his youth hold his own, and indeed had belonged to that great period, when there were real classical singers, not to be compared to the squeaking performers of to-day! and a real school of singing; that he, Pantaleone Cippatola of Varese, had once been brought a laurel wreath from Modena, and that on that occasion some white doves had positively been let fly in the theatre; that among others a Russian prince Tarbusky—il principe Tarbusski—with whom he had been on the most friendly terms, had after supper persistently invited him to Russia, promising him mountains of gold, mountains! but that he had been unwilling to leave Italy, the land of Dante—il paese del Dante! Afterward, to be sure, there came unfortunate circumstances, he had himself been imprudent. At this point the old man broke off, sighed deeply twice, looked dejected, and