"Your wife had many agreeable social accomplishments, also," said Freluchon.
"I should say so! she had them all!"
"She sang very well."
"That is to say, she had a ravishing voice, a voice which would not have been out of place at the Opéra-Comique."
"There was one song in particular that she used to sing so sweetly. It was——"
"Oh! I know what you mean! it was the song from La Fanchonnette."
And Monsieur Chamoureau began to sing:
"La! la! la Fanchonnette
Vous chantera landerirette;
La! la! la Fanchonnette
Vous chantera landerira!
Ah! ah! ah! ah!"
"Oh! she used to sing that roulade differently from that," said Freluchon; "she marked her notes. Listen! like this:
"Ah!—ah!—éh!—éh!
Oh!—oh! oh!—éh! éh!—ah! ah!"