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Robert le Diable.

           Why,ifyousoughtconcealment,didyoucallyourhorseVampa?"

           "Thatwasanoversight,certainly,"repliedthecount;"buttellme,doestheCountofMorcerfnevervisittheOpera?Ihavebeenlookingforhim,butwithoutsuccess."

           "Hewillbehereto-night."

           "Inwhatpartofthehouse?"

           "Inthebaroness’sbox,Ibelieve."

           "Thatcharmingyoungwomanwithherisherdaughter?"

           "Yes."

           "Icongratulateyou."Morcerfsmiled."Wewilldiscussthatsubjectatlengthsomefuturetime,"saidhe."Butwhatdoyouthinkofthemusic?"

           "Whatmusic?"

           "Why,themusicyouhavebeenlisteningto."

           "Oh,itiswellenoughastheproductionofahumancomposer,sungbyfeatherlessbipeds,toquotethelateDiogenes."

           "Fromwhichitwouldseem,mydearcount,thatyoucanatpleasureenjoytheseraphicstrainsthatproceedfromthesevenchoirsofparadise?"

           "Youareright,insomedegree;whenIwishtolistentosoundsmoreexquisitelyattunedtomelodythanmortaleareveryetlistenedto,Igotosleep."

           "Thensleephere,mydearcount.Theconditionsarefavorable;whatelsewasoperainventedfor?"

           "No,thankyou.Yourorchestraistoonoisy.

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