Let me tell you a lesson I once had from Madame Blanche.

I was singing Bemberg's CHANT HINDOU, the passionate prayer of an Indian woman to Brahma.

I began: 'BRAHMA! DIEU DES CROYANTS,' and sang it as I might have sung 'DO, RE, MI.' Brahma was nothing to me.

'Stop!' cried Madame Blanche in her most imperious manner.

'Ah, vous Anglais! What are you doing?
BRAHMA, c'est un Dieu! He may not be YOUR God.