Chorus: “Perfect, perfect; he has the genius of characterization, Papelard. Dites donc, l’Anglais! once more that beautiful song—hein? Nous vous en prions tous.”
Little Billee willingly sang it again, with even greater applause, and again they galloped, but the other way round and faster, so that Little Billee became quite hysterical, and laughed till his sides ached.
Then Dubosc: “I find there is something of very capitous and exciting in English music—of very stimulating. And you, Bouchardy?”
Bouchardy: “Oh, me! It is above all the words that I admire; they have something of passionate, of romantic—’ze-ese glâ-âves, zese glâ-âves—zey do not belong to me.’ I don’t know what that means, but I love that sort of—of—of—je ne sais quoi, in short! Just once more, l’Anglais; only once, the fo
