—Let's get up a ball. It's so long since I've danced.
—Imagine that this is a palace, a magnificent, an exquisitely beautiful palace.
—Call the musicians. Why, you can't have a ball without music.
—Musicians!
—You remember?
[They sing. At that instant the three musicians who played at the ball come down the stairs. The one with the violin adjusts his handkerchief on his shoulder with great precision, and all three begin to play, making an exaggerated effort. But the notes are soft and gentle as in a dream.
—There you have the ball.
—How rich! How magnificent!
—How brilliant!
—You remember, don't you?