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"
The
Opera
ghost
!
The
Opera
ghost
!
"
Everybody
laughed
and
pushed
his
neighbor
and
wanted
to
offer
the
Opera
ghost
a
drink
,
but
he
was
gone
.
He
had
slipped
through
the
crowd
;
and
the
others
vainly
hunted
for
him
,
while
two
old
gentlemen
tried
to
calm
little
Jammes
and
while
little
Giry
stood
screaming
like
a
peacock
.
Sorelli
was
furious
;
she
had
not
been
able
to
finish
her
speech
;
the
managers
,
had
kissed
her
,
thanked
her
and
run
away
as
fast
as
the
ghost
himself
.
No
one
was
surprised
at
this
,
for
it
was
known
that
they
were
to
go
through
the
same
ceremony
on
the
floor
above
,
in
the
foyer
of
the
singers
,
and
that
finally
they
were
themselves
to
receive
their
personal
friends
,
for
the
last
time
,
in
the
great
lobby
outside
the
managers
’
office
,
where
a
regular
supper
would
be
served
.
Here
they
found
the
new
managers
,
M
.
Armand
Moncharmin
and
M
.
Firmin
Richard
,
whom
they
hardly
knew
;
nevertheless
,
they
were
lavish
in
protestations
of
friendship
and
received
a
thousand
flattering
compliments
in
reply
,
so
that
those
of
the
guests
who
had
feared
that
they
had
a
rather
tedious
evening
in
store
for
them
at
once
put
on
brighter
faces
.
The
supper
was
almost
gay
and
a
particularly
clever
speech
of
the
representative
of
the
government
,
mingling
the
glories
of
the
past
with
the
successes
of
the
future
,
caused
the
greatest
cordiality
to
prevail
.
The
retiring
managers
had
already
handed
over
to
their
successors
the
two
tiny
master
-
keys
which
opened
all
the
doors
—
thousands
of
doors
—
of
the
Opera
house
.
And
those
little
keys
,
the
object
of
general
curiosity
,
were
being
passed
from
hand
to
hand
,
when
the
attention
of
some
of
the
guests
was
diverted
by
their
discovery
,
at
the
end
of
the
table
,
of
that
strange
,
wan
and
fantastic
face
,
with
the
hollow
eyes
,
which
had
already
appeared
in
the
foyer
of
the
ballet
and
been
greeted
by
little
Jammes
’
exclamation
:
"
The
Opera
ghost
!
"
There
sat
the
ghost
,
as
natural
as
could
be
,
except
that
he
neither
ate
nor
drank
.
Those
who
began
by
looking
at
him
with
a
smile
ended
by
turning
away
their
heads
,
for
the
sight
of
him
at
once
provoked
the
most
funereal
thoughts
.
No
one
repeated
the
joke
of
the
foyer
,
no
one
exclaimed
:
"
There
’
s
the
Opera
ghost
!
"
He
himself
did
not
speak
a
word
and
his
very
neighbors
could
not
have
stated
at
what
precise
moment
he
had
sat
down
between
them
;
but
every
one
felt
that
if
the
dead
did
ever
come
and
sit
at
the
table
of
the
living
,
they
could
not
cut
a
more
ghastly
figure
.
The
friends
of
Firmin
Richard
and
Armand
Moncharmin
thought
that
this
lean
and
skinny
guest
was
an
acquaintance
of
Debienne
’
s
or
Poligny
’
s
,
while
Debienne
’
s
and
Poligny
’
s
friends
believed
that
the
cadaverous
individual
belonged
to
Firmin
Richard
and
Armand
Moncharmin
’
s
party
.
The
result
was
that
no
request
was
made
for
an
explanation
;
no
unpleasant
remark
;
no
joke
in
bad
taste
,
which
might
have
offended
this
visitor
from
the
tomb
.
