There will be no hurry then.

Poor old diavolo! he must have a dull time of it amongst all those heretics.

Perhaps he has a little variety, for they say he has written up on his door, "Ici l'on parle francais," since Monsieur de Voltaire died.

But I must go on, or you will never be any wiser than you are now, which is not saying overmuch.
I am not going to give you a description of the "Favorita," which you may hear a dozen times a year at the theatre, for more or less money--but it is only a franc if you stand; quite enough, too.

I went upon the stage before it began, and peeped through the curtain to see what kind of an audience there was.