Mr. Græme had received from Paris an unpublished opera of Auber's.
"But that is not an independent career, my child," said Auber slowly.
Liszt relates a speech of Auber's, to whom a young musician of great promise had been presented.
"She has been baptized," said Auber, turning to his colleagues.
Auber was a small, delicate man, yet distinguished in appearance, and noted for wit.
At last Auber spoke, laying a hand on my shoulder: "It is over; let us go ahead."
It was just the heat of the day, and Auber, stretched out on a deck chair, was taking a sort of siesta.
That was true, Ezekiel said; and Auber had not seen the man in five years.
Here also he made the acquaintance of Auber, ‘a stolid little elderly man, rather petulant in manner.’
Putting my ear to Auber's door, I listened—till I had made sure.