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"Poor Macarroni!" said Caesar, "his high tenor heart must be broken to bits." "He is going," put in Mlle. Cadet. "What a shame!" Sileno vanished and the pianist began to play waltzes. Carminatti was the first on the floor with his partner, who was the Marchesa Sciacca. The Maltese lady danced with an abandon and a feline languor that imposed respect.
The question was passed from one person to another, and it was discovered that Macarroni was going to sing. As a matter of fact, the fat Silenus did sing, and everybody was startled to hear a high tenor voice issue from within that voluminous human being. The fat Silenus had the misfortune to sing false in the midst of his bravest trills, and the poor soul was overcome, despite the applause.
"He is a singer," said the Countess Brenda to Mlle. de Sandoval in a low tone. "He is a singer," repeated Mlle. de Sandoval to her governess in a similar tone. "Sileno Macarroni is a singer," said Mlle. Cadet, with equal mysteriousness, addressing Caesar. "But is our friend Macarroni going to sung?" asked Caesar.
And the good gentleman would spread his arms, and close them, and look as if he wanted to embrace the whole of humanity to his abdomen, covered with a white waistcoat. "Who can that gentleman be?" Mlle. Cadet asked various times. "That? That is Signor Sileno Macarroni," said Caesar, "Commander of the Order of the Mighty Belly, Knight of the Round Buttocks, and of other distinguished Orders."
Among other themes of which he spoke were the beauty of Naples, the feasting and pleasures of Palermo, the rich abundance of Milan, and the frequent festivals held in other parts of Lombardy not omitting the good cheer of the numerous hostelries in the description of which he broke forth rapturously in the Tuscan language, discoursing of Macarela, Macarroni, and Polastri, with the most cordial goodwill.
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