Swift rolling toward the cataract, and drinks deeply.
Throughout the day unceasingly it drinks,
And when the sun hath vanished utterly,
Arm over arm the cedars spread their shade
Above that shadowy stag whose antlers still
Hang o'er the stream."
When the curtain fell on the first act of "Undine," the opera was already a success.
"Ah, yes," said M. le Vicomte, "that is music. Beside it, the drumming and trumpeting of Wagner sound like the noise of a village fair." Then, turning to Eloise: "My congratulations." Then he left the box, to talk to friends and take his share in the incipient triumph.
It was really a triumph for him. He had boasted at the clubs of the new musician he had discovered; and it was a supreme satisfaction to him that his diamond had not turned out to be a piece of glass.
"Eloise," said I, "it's a success already; and if I had written ten thousand operas of my own, and they had all been successful on the same night, I would not feel the pleasure I feel now. Dear old Franzius——"