There is no clapping of hands before the king; therefore everything was heard, which was advantageous to the author and the piece.

I heard about me a whispering of women, who appeared as beautiful as angels.

They said to each other in a low voice: "This is charming: That is ravishing: There is not a sound which does not go to the heart." The pleasure of giving this emotion to so many amiable persons moved me to tears; and these I could not contain in the first duo, when I remarked that I was not the only person who wept.

I collected myself for a moment, on recollecting the concert of M.de Treitorens.

This reminiscence had the effect of the slave who held the crown over the head of the general who triumphed, but my reflection was short, and I soon abandoned myself without interruption to the pleasure of enjoying my success.