All the greater the illumination when her light shines out! The signorina Vittoria is a cantatrice who is about to appear upon the boards." "Ah! that completes it." Corte rose to his feet with an air of desperation.

"We require to be refreshed with quavers and crescendos and trillets! Who ever knew a singer that cared an inch of flesh for her country?
Money, flowers, flattery, vivas! but, money! money! and Austrian as good as Italian.

I've seen the accursed wenches bow gratefully for Austrian bouquets:--bow?
ay, and more; and when the Austrian came to them red with our blood.

I spit upon their polluted cheeks! They get us an ill name wherever they go.

These singers have no country.