Actually...

"Um...," Frank hadn't realized he'd been humming it, "I've performed it... in both Italian and French." She was such a strong, confident woman he felt the need - seeing as how someone had finally taken an interest in him - to speak the truth, or at least a part of it, about his life. "Two summers ago, in Milan I was the Marquis and well, what feels like a lifetime ago, I was the Chevalier for a show in Paris."

He dumped the bin in his larger basket and began to leave.