human
Yes, Mr. Jones has gone, Madame,--as you are so anxious to know.
gpt
But why? Can it be that there was no Mr. Jones? Then Rachel flashed round upon the woman.
human
I suppose there was no Mr. Jones?
gpt
These last three words were sung in a delicious contralto voice by Elmira,--the Madame Socani of the occasion,--and were addressed to the Prince of the Empire, who, for the last six weeks, had been neglecting her charms. Rachel was furious at the attack made upon her, but in the midst of her fury she rushed on to the stage, and kneeling at the feet of Elmira, declared her purpose of surrendering the Prince altogether. The rustic Trullo was quite sufficient for her.
human
Go, fond girl. Trullo is there, tying up the odoriferous rose. Then they all four broke out into that grand quartette, in the performance of which M. Le Gros had formed that opinion which had induced him to hold out such golden hopes to Rachel. Rachel looked up during one of her grand shakes and saw Frank Jones seated far back among the boxes.
gpt
Oh, he hasn't left London yet,
human
Your papa desires me to say with his kindest love, that he has had to leave the theatre.