"And our Trilby ... what did she know of Schumann, Chopin?—nothing at all! She mocked herself not badly of Nussbaums and impromptus ... they would make her yawn to demantibulate her jaws!... When Svengali's Trilby was being taught to sing ... when Svengali's Trilby was singing—or seemed to you as if she were singing— our Trilby had ceased to exist ... our Trilby was fast asleep ... in fact, our Trilby was dead ....
THE NIGHTINGALE'S FIRST SONG
"Ah, monsieur ... that Trilby of Svengali's! I have heard her sing to kings and queens in royal palaces!... as no woman has ever sung before or since.... I have seen emperors and grand-dukes kiss her hand, monsieur—and their wives and daughters kiss her lips, and weep....
"I have seen the horses taken out of her sledge and the pick of the nobilit
