In the semi-obscurity of a great drawing-room filled with flowers, the seats of the furniture covered with holland, the chandeliers draped with muslin, the windows open, and the venetians lowered, Mme. Jenkins is seated at the piano reading the new song of the fashionable musician; some melodic phrases accompanying exquisite verse, a melancholy /Lied/, unequally divided, which seems written for the tender gravities of her voice and the disturbed state of her soul.英文原著 · 《The Nabob》