What vexed me was the iron grate, which suffered nothing to escape but sounds, and concealed from me the angels of which they were worthy.

I talked of nothing else.

One day I spoke of it at Le Blond's; "If you are so desirous," said he, "to see those little girls, it will be an easy matter to satisfy your wishes.
I am one of the administrators of the house, I will give you a collation with them." I did not let him rest until he had fulfilled his promise.
In entering the saloon, which contained these beauties I so much sighed to see, I felt a trembling of love which I had never before experienced.
M.le Blond presented to me one after the other, these celebrated female singers, of whom the names and voices were all with which I was acquainted.

Come, Sophia,--she was horrid.

Come, Cattina,--she had but one eye.