"And yours?" he asked.
"Mine is about the same, equally mezzo-soprano."
This seemed to amuse him.
"Do you think the Queen would like to have me write something [quite jocosely] equally mezzo-soprano?"
"I am sure that the Queen," I answered, gushingly, "would be overjoyed."
"Bene," said the great maestro with a smile. "Then I win."
"How enchanting!" I cried, crimson with enthusiasm. "But may I beg one thing?"
"Beg! Je vous en prie."
"Fa dieze [F sharp] is a weak point in both our voices."
"Bene," he said, waving his hand toward his piano. "I will write a duet for you, and only put one G minor in it."