"_Fa dieze_ [F sharp] is a weak point in both our voices."
"_Bene_," he said, waving his hand toward his piano. "I will write a duet for you, and only put one G minor in it."
He interrupted, "Have you ever noticed that G minor is much easier to sing than P sharp?"
He did not wait for my assurance that I did not notice any difference, but said, suddenly, "When do you go to Monza?"
"We are waiting to hear. Perhaps to-morrow."
"Ah," he said, thoughtfully, as if turning over in his mind whether or not he could have the duet ready.
Bonghi came yesterday. At the request of the Queen he read aloud my sketch of the Hamlet legend before the _promenade en voiture_. The Queen thanked me and said that she was going to keep the manuscript, but Bonghi cut my literary wings by pronouncing in his brusque way that, although it was interesting and he liked the contents, it was badly written.
"_Chère madame_," he said, "you write very well, but you do not know the art of punctuating. You write as the water runs, as the arrow flies; therefore, in reading what you have written I have no time to breathe. I cannot separate the different ideas. A comma means a _point d'arrêt_, a moment of repose. Every period should be an instant in which to digest a thought."
I felt crushed by this, but tried to defend myself by saying that I had only written it for one indulgent eye, and ended lamely by promising that the next time I wrote anything I would be more careful. "I will do as Mark Twain did--put the punctuations at the end, and one can take one's choice."
We had some music again this evening. The Duke played some solos on his violoncello. He has a beautiful instrument. If Amati made cellos (perhaps he did), he must have made this one.
He said, "I was very much interested in what you wrote about Hamlet."
"In spite of the lack of commas?" I asked.
"Yes, in spite of the lack of commas. But I wonder if all you wrote was true?"
"Please don't think of him as a myth. Think of him as you always have; otherwise you will owe me a grudge."
Looking across the table to Signor Bonghi, he said: "He is a wonderful man. I like his name, too--Ruggiero Bonghi, _tout court_."
"It sounds," I said, "so full of strength and power and straight to the point, with no accessories, doesn't it?"