By Jove, my little man! here is a fellow who sings B's and C's away up in the clouds; an E sharp, too!" he continued, with astonishment, while the singer made a hold upon the keynote an octave higher in a voice as clear as a crystal.
The artist threw into the fire the cigar which he had just lighted, and began pacing the kitchen floor, paying no more attention to Mademoiselle Reine, who felt a little piqued at seeing herself neglected for a kitchen drudge.
"A rare voice," said he, as he took a great stride; "per Bacco, a very rare voice.

Added to that, he sings very deep; two octaves and a half, a clear, ringing tone, the two registers are well united.

He would make an admirable 'primo musico'.

And the little fellow has a pretty face, too.
After supper I will make him wash his face, and I will sketch it.

I am sure that in less than a year's study, he could make his debut with the greatest success.