L'Abbe Constantin — Volume 2 by Ludovic Halevy
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"Fifteen millions of her own, and the silver mine is still productive." "Berulle told me twenty-five millions, and he is very well up in American affairs." "Twenty-five millions! A pretty haul for Romanelli!" "What? Romanelli!" "Report says that that will be a match; that it is already settled." "A match may be arranged, but with Montessan, not with Romanelli. Ah! at last! Here is the ballet." They ceased to talk. The ballet in Aida lasts only five minutes, and for those five minutes they had come. Consequently they must be enjoyed respectfully, religiously, for there is that peculiarity among a number of the habitues of the opera, that they chatter like magpies when they ought to be silent, to listen, and that they observe the most absolute silence when they might be allowed to speak, while looking on. The trumpets of Aida had given their last heroic 'fanfare' in honor of Rhadames before the great sphinxes under the green foliage of the palm- trees, the dancers advanced, the light trembling on their spangled robes, and took possession of the stage. With much attention and pleasure Mrs. Scott followed the evolutions of the ballet, but Bettina had suddenly become thoughtful, on perceiving in a box, on the other side of the house, a tall, dark young man. Miss |
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