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"
Don
’
t
laugh
,
Gabriel
;
don
’
t
laugh
!
"
"
I
’
m
not
laughing
,
"
protested
Gabriel
,
looking
as
solemn
as
a
judge
.
"
Perhaps
you
can
tell
me
this
,
Gabriel
,
as
you
’
re
an
intimate
friend
of
the
management
:
When
I
went
up
to
M
.
Richard
,
outside
the
foyer
,
during
the
Garden
interval
,
with
my
hand
out
before
me
,
why
did
M
.
Moncharmin
hurriedly
whisper
to
me
,
’
Go
away
!
Go
away
!
Whatever
you
do
,
don
’
t
touch
M
.
le
Directeur
!
’
Am
I
supposed
to
have
an
infectious
disease
?
"
"
It
’
s
incredible
!
"
"
And
,
a
little
later
,
when
M
.
de
La
Borderie
went
up
to
M
.
Richard
,
didn
’
t
you
see
M
.
Moncharmin
fling
himself
between
them
and
hear
him
exclaim
,
’
M
.
l
’
Ambassadeur
I
entreat
you
not
to
touch
M
.
le
Directeur
’
?
"
"
It
’
s
terrible
!
.
.
.
And
what
was
Richard
doing
meanwhile
?
"
"
What
was
he
doing
?
Why
,
you
saw
him
!
He
turned
about
,
BOWED
IN
FRONT
OF
HIM
,
THOUGH
THERE
WAS
NOBODY
IN
FRONT
OF
HIM
,
AND
WITHDREW
BACKWARD
.
"
"
BACKWARD
?
"
"
And
Moncharmin
,
behind
Richard
,
also
turned
about
;
that
is
,
he
described
a
semicircle
behind
Richard
and
also
WALKED
BACKWARD
!
.
.
.
And
they
went
LIKE
THAT
to
the
staircase
leading
to
the
managers
’
office
:
BACKWARD
,
BACKWARD
,
BACKWARD
!
.
.
.
Well
,
if
they
are
not
mad
,
will
you
explain
what
it
means
?
"
