She sang, of course, "M'ama!" and not "he loves me," since an unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences.
"Women ought to be free—as free as we are," he declared, making a discovery of which he was too irritated to measure the terrific consequences.
It was not the custom in New York drawing-rooms for a lady to get up and walk away from one gentleman in order to seek the company of another. Etiquette required that she should wait, immovable as an idol, while the men who wished to converse with her succeeded each other at her side.
"We can't behave like people in novels, though, can we?" "Why not—why not—why not?"