Madame de Bergenheim asked me a little while ago whether we would be kind enough to sing a few duets?
I accepted for us both.

I do not suppose that the inhabitants of this valley have often heard the duet from Mose with the embellishments a la Tamburini: Palpito a quello aspetto, 'Gemo nel suo dolor.' "Would you prefer that or the one from 'Il Barbiere'?
although that is out of date, now." "Whatever pleases you, but do not split my head about it in advance.

I wish that music and dancing were at the bottom of the Moselle." "With all my heart, but not the dinner.

I gave a glance into the dining-room; it promises to be very fine.

Now, then, everybody has returned to the house; to the table!" The time has long since passed when Paris and the province formed two regions almost foreign to each other.