“Ah, the joy of past compare These jewels bright to wear!⁠ ⁠…”

Thenceforth, certain of herself, certain of her friends in the house, certain of her voice and her success, fearing nothing, Carlotta flung herself into her part without restraint of modesty.⁠ ⁠… She was no longer Margarita, she was Carmen. She was applauded all the more; and her début with Faust seemed about to bring her a new success, when suddenly⁠ ⁠… a terrible thing happened.

Faust had knelt on one knee: