“Yes—aunt.”
“There—now begin.”
“Ve-e-e-nus.”
“Very good.”
“Venus—the goddess of love.”
“Enchanting, my dear—go on. I will play slowly.”
“Venus—Venus—descends fr-r-ra-rom above.”
“Quite admirable—now, go on.”
“Marie!” this was the sergeant, creeping up behind the chaste back of the marquise, and whispering to the vivandiere. “Marie—rata—”
“Rataplan—rataplan—rataplan. Rataplan—plan—plan—plan—plan—plan-n-n. Rub-a-dub. Dub-a-rub.”