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GASTON
LEROUX
.
It
was
the
evening
on
which
MM
.
Debienne
and
Poligny
,
the
managers
of
the
Opera
,
were
giving
a
last
gala
performance
to
mark
their
retirement
.
Suddenly
the
dressing
-
room
of
La
Sorelli
,
one
of
the
principal
dancers
,
was
invaded
by
half
-
a
-
dozen
young
ladies
of
the
ballet
,
who
had
come
up
from
the
stage
after
"
dancing
"
Polyeucte
.
They
rushed
in
amid
great
confusion
,
some
giving
vent
to
forced
and
unnatural
laughter
,
others
to
cries
of
terror
.
Sorelli
,
who
wished
to
be
alone
for
a
moment
to
"
run
through
"
the
speech
which
she
was
to
make
to
the
resigning
managers
,
looked
around
angrily
at
the
mad
and
tumultuous
crowd
.
It
was
little
Jammes
—
the
girl
with
the
tip
-
tilted
nose
,
the
forget
-
me
-
not
eyes
,
the
rose
-
red
cheeks
and
the
lily
-
white
neck
and
shoulders
—
who
gave
the
explanation
in
a
trembling
voice
:
"
It
’
s
the
ghost
!
"
And
she
locked
the
door
.
Sorelli
’
s
dressing
-
room
was
fitted
up
with
official
,
commonplace
elegance
.
A
pier
-
glass
,
a
sofa
,
a
dressing
-
table
and
a
cupboard
or
two
provided
the
necessary
furniture
.
On
the
walls
hung
a
few
engravings
,
relics
of
the
mother
,
who
had
known
the
glories
of
the
old
Opera
in
the
Rue
le
Peletier
;
portraits
of
Vestris
,
Gardel
,
Dupont
,
Bigottini
.
But
the
room
seemed
a
palace
to
the
brats
of
the
corps
de
ballet
,
who
were
lodged
in
common
dressing
-
rooms
where
they
spent
their
time
singing
,
quarreling
,
smacking
the
dressers
and
hair
-
dressers
and
buying
one
another
glasses
of
cassis
,
beer
,
or
even
rhum
,
until
the
call
-
boy
’
s
bell
rang
.
Sorelli
was
very
superstitious
.
She
shuddered
when
she
heard
little
Jammes
speak
of
the
ghost
,
called
her
a
"
silly
little
fool
"
and
then
,
as
she
was
the
first
to
believe
in
ghosts
in
general
,
and
the
Opera
ghost
in
particular
,
at
once
asked
for
details
:
"
Have
you
seen
him
?
"
"
As
plainly
as
I
see
you
now
!
"
said
little
Jammes
,
whose
legs
were
giving
way
beneath
her
,
and
she
dropped
with
a
moan
into
a
chair
.
Thereupon
little
Giry
—
the
girl
with
eyes
black
as
sloes
,
hair
black
as
ink
,
a
swarthy
complexion
and
a
poor
little
skin
stretched
over
poor
little
bones
—
little
Giry
added
:
"
If
that
’
s
the
ghost
,
he
’
s
very
ugly
!
"
