"He's playing a bit out of the night scene.

He's playing the declaration of the _Noctambule_: "Je suis le Plaisir de Paris! Je vais vers les Amantes--que le Desir tourmente! Je vais, cherchant les coeurs qu'oubli a le bonheur.
La-bas glanant le Rire, ici semant l'Envie, Prechant partout le droit de tous a la folie; Je suis le Procureur de la grande Cite! Ton humble serviteur--ou ton maitre!" He murmured the words below his breath, pausing as the music deepened with the passion of the player and the sinister song poured into the night.
Then came a break, a pause, and the music flowed forth again, but curiously altered, curiously softened in character.
Max's fingers tightened.

"Ah, but listen now, my friend!" Blake turned to him in quick appreciation.

"Good! Good! You are an artist! That's Louise singing in the third act, on the day she is to be Muse of Montmartre.

It is up here in the little house her lover has provided for her; it is twilight, and she is in the garden, looking down upon all this"-- he waved his hand comprehensively--"it is her moment--the triumph and climax of love.