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"
But
you
have
spoken
to
the
ghost
,
my
good
lady
?
"
"
As
I
’
m
speaking
to
you
now
,
my
good
sir
!
"
Mme
.
Giry
replied
.
"
And
,
when
the
ghost
speaks
to
you
,
what
does
he
say
?
"
"
Well
,
he
tells
me
to
bring
him
a
footstool
!
"
This
time
,
Richard
burst
out
laughing
,
as
did
Moncharmin
and
Remy
,
the
secretary
.
Only
the
inspector
,
warned
by
experience
,
was
careful
not
to
laugh
,
while
Mme
.
Giry
ventured
to
adopt
an
attitude
that
was
positively
threatening
.
"
Instead
of
laughing
,
"
she
cried
indignantly
,
"
you
’
d
do
better
to
do
as
M
.
Poligny
did
,
who
found
out
for
himself
.
"
"
Found
out
about
what
?
"
asked
Moncharmin
,
who
had
never
been
so
much
amused
in
his
life
.
"
About
the
ghost
,
of
course
!
.
.
.
Look
here
.
.
.
"
She
suddenly
calmed
herself
,
feeling
that
this
was
a
solemn
moment
in
her
life
:
"
LOOK
HERE
,
"
she
repeated
.
"
They
were
playing
La
Juive
.
M
.
Poligny
thought
he
would
watch
the
performance
from
the
ghost
’
s
box
.
.
.
Well
,
when
Leopold
cries
,
’
Let
us
fly
!
’
—
you
know
—
and
Eleazer
stops
them
and
says
,
’
Whither
go
ye
?
’
.
.
.
well
,
M
.
Poligny
—
I
was
watching
him
from
the
back
of
the
next
box
,
which
was
empty
—
M
.
Poligny
got
up
and
walked
out
quite
stiffly
,
like
a
statue
,
and
before
I
had
time
to
ask
him
,
’
Whither
go
ye
?
’
like
Eleazer
,
he
was
down
the
staircase
,
but
without
breaking
his
leg
.
