The Indian Woman (L'Indienne)

How I loved her!

I want to believe it; but it is better to repair this loss than to make a greater one.

She was so amiable!

Well, so be it... a little mean, however. She had made you a Grand-Brahmin, God knows how, and yet she reproached you for it; this one, on the contrary, who will owe everything to you, will be sweet and grateful.

My dear Abessnagar!

But it seems to me that what I am telling you hardly touches you; you do nothing but complain, instead of listening to me.

And what business is it of yours to speak to me of anything other than my dear spouse... and in front of people, too?

But goodness, I thought...

The torches, the perfumes, the garlands, have you thought of all that?

Everything is ready.

In that case, go and notify the Grand College of Brahmins to come and fetch me in great ceremony. See to it that there are many people to watch me pass; in short, put everything in order, and let me not have to wait.

Let us go, since it presses you so hard, you will be obeyed.

(He moves away, and speaks low to Azora, during the Ariette short song, after which he exits.)