text:  "Madame de Fontenai " whispered the Jew as he glanced towards a woman of a remarkably expressive countenance and statue-like form half sitting half reposing on a sofa--surrounded by a group soliciting her for a "few notes a suspiration a _soupcon_"--of as Elnathan observed "one of the most delicious voices which had ever crossed the Pyrenees " and the Jew had all the habitual connoisseurship of his nation