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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Well, you used to tell me, if you couldn't be the greatest prize-fighter or the greatest opera-singer in the world, you thought you'd like to be a diplomat. "I haven't become a diplomat yet, in spite of Foreign Office grubbing. But I've been enjoying life pretty well, fagging up Arabic and modern Greek, and playing about with pleasant people, while pretending to do my duty.
"Oh, I suppose there'd have to be a woman, if only to keep the doctor on the line. I'd get a woman with a past, one that hadn't been any better than she should have been, they're generally the most kind-hearted in the end. Say an actress who'd come down in the world, or an old opera-singer who'd lost her voice but could still sing a little. A woman who knows what trouble is.
She had to prove her innocence in a court of law, so as to establish beyond dispute her claim to the pension which she had been promised by contract for her many years' service in Dresden as an opera-singer. On the 3rd of May I betook myself direct to that quarter of the town where I heard unpleasant rumours of a sanguinary conflict having taken place.
A little desultory conversation goes on among these stair-loungers, conversation mingled with much dreary yawning, a trained opera-singer is shaking forth chromatic roulades and trills in the great drawing-room above, there is an incessant stream of people coming and going, there is the rustle of silk and satin, perfume, shaken out of lace kerchiefs, and bouquets oppresses the warm air, the heat is excessive, and there is a never-ending monotonous hum of voices, only broken at rare intervals by the "society laugh" that unmeaning giggle on the part of the women, that strained "ha, ha, ha!" on the part of the men, which is but the faint ghostly echo of the farewell voice of true mirth.
The powers of penetration and understanding, and above all the sheer splendors of language the blazes of metaphor, the explosions of coruscating wit! What a tragic actress she might have made how she would have shaken men's souls, and set them to shuddering with terror! What an opera-singer she could have been, with that rich vibrant voice, and the mien of a disinherited goddess!
The French opera had been established a century before as a Royal Academy of Music by Louis XIV., who had issued letters patent which declared the profession of an opera-singer one that might be followed even by a nobleman; and it seemed, therefore, quite consistent with the rank thus conferred on them that they should take the lead in paying loyal compliments to their princes.
If you are sufficiently rested from last night's dissipation, I should like to have you attend to a little business for me." "I hope it won't take very long, grandfather," replied Gerald; "for I want to call on Mrs. King early, before her rooms are thronged with visitors." "That opera-singer seems to have turned your head, though she is old enough to be your mother," rejoined Mr. Bell.
'A man cleanly shaven for the most part, having the appearance of an opera-singer, and calling himself Signor Smithozzi? 'We have had arrivals lately, said the landlord, in the tone of having had twenty at least not caring to acknowledge the attenuated state of business that afflicted Prospect Hotel in winter.
One day a commercial traveller dropped in; he had started life as an opera-singer, and when he heard Peal, he was so delighted with him that he invited him to dinner. They played nine-pins, ate crabs with dill, drank punch, and, above everything, sang songs. Between two songs, and after they had sworn eternal friendship, the commercial traveller said: "Why don't you go on the stage?"
It seems she was educated to sing at the opera, and married an Italian opera-singer, who is now dead; lodging in a model lodging-house at threepence a night, and being a penny short to-night, she tried this method, in hope of getting this penny.
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