Yes, it's quite three months since he began to give her lessons." The viscount threw up his arms with a gesture of despair.
"The genius gives her lessons! ...

And where, pray ?" "Now that she has gone away with him, I can't say; but, up to a fortnight ago, it was in Christine's dressing-room.

It would be impossible in this little flat.

The whole house would hear them.
Whereas, at the Opera, at eight o'clock in the morning, there is no one about, do you see!" "Yes, I see! I see!" cried the viscount.
And he hurriedly took leave of Mme.

Valerius, who asked herself if the young nobleman was not a little off his head.
He walked home to his brother's house in a pitiful state.