The Count of Monte Cristo

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"What prince?" asked Albert. "Prince Cavalcanti," said Danglars, who
persisted in giving the young man that title.

"Pardon me," said Albert, "I was not aware that he was a prince. And
Prince Cavalcanti sang with Mademoiselle Eugenie yesterday? It must have
been charming, indeed. I regret not having heard them. But I was unable
to accept your invitation, having promised to accompany my mother to
a German concert given by the Baroness of Chateau-Renaud." This was
followed by rather an awkward silence. "May I also be allowed," said
Morcerf, "to pay my respects to Mademoiselle Danglars?" "Wait a moment,"
said the banker, stopping the young man; "do you hear that delightful
cavatina? Ta, ta, ta, ti, ta, ti, ta, ta; it is charming, let them
finish--one moment. Bravo, bravi, brava!" The banker was enthusiastic in
his applause.

"Indeed," said Albert, "it is exquisite; it is impossible to understand
the music of his country better than Prince Cavalcanti does. You said