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 Comte is a gentleman; he kisses my hand—as Princess of Suavia. The Comte is one of my very warm friends.

. Ah, M. de Chantel! Is the concert over? Have you come from the hall?

. Yes, from the hall—from that direction. Although I believe there is more to come…

. Your enthusiasm carries you away. What divine music! I am impatient to hear your opinion, M. de Chantel.

. My opinion? I should prefer to hear that of Your Highness first. Upon finding you here, my impression was that you were as thoroughly bored as the Comte.

. Bored? Never! I was highly enthusiastic; in fact, I was nervous. What wonderful music!

. Sublime! It is really.

. And so ineffably suggestive. One experiences the most extraordinary sensations as one listens. For a moment I was transported into the moonlight, into the bosom of a beautiful garden, heavy with the scent of violets; the music sank to a rippling murmur of lovers' kisses who, as it seemed, were strolling in pairs through the garden, in embraces so tight that their bodies cast but a single shadow upon the ground, symbolic at that instant of the fusion of their souls.

. Yes, indeed! The music is extraordinarily suggestive.

. [Aside to ] The Princess is enjoying herself at your expense. Be careful! She knows all.

. All?

. All that we could see from here.

. Oh! Your Highness…

. I congratulate you, M. de Chantel. A