THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
77
"That which you have just heard."
"Oh, it is admirable as the production of a human composer, sung by a party of bipeds without feathers, as Diogenes styled mankind."
"Why, my dear count, you speak as if you could at pleasure enjoy the seven choirs of paradise?"
"You are right, in some degree; but when I wish to listen to sounds so exquisitely attuned to melody as mortal ear never yet listened to, I go to sleep."
"Then why not indulge yourself at once? Sleep, by all means; for what else was the opera invented?"