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"
This
moonshine
about
the
Opera
ghost
in
which
,
since
we
first
took
over
the
duties
of
MM
.
Poligny
and
Debienne
,
we
had
been
so
nicely
steeped
"
—
Moncharmin
’
s
style
is
not
always
irreproachable
—
"
had
no
doubt
ended
by
blinding
my
imaginative
and
also
my
visual
faculties
.
It
may
be
that
the
exceptional
surroundings
in
which
we
found
ourselves
,
in
the
midst
of
an
incredible
silence
,
impressed
us
to
an
unusual
extent
.
It
may
be
that
we
were
the
sport
of
a
kind
of
hallucination
brought
about
by
the
semi
-
darkness
of
the
theater
and
the
partial
gloom
that
filled
Box
Five
.
At
any
rate
,
I
saw
and
Richard
also
saw
a
shape
in
the
box
.
Richard
said
nothing
,
nor
I
either
.
But
we
spontaneously
seized
each
other
’
s
hand
.
We
stood
like
that
for
some
minutes
,
without
moving
,
with
our
eyes
fixed
on
the
same
point
;
but
the
figure
had
disappeared
.
Then
we
went
out
and
,
in
the
lobby
,
communicated
our
impressions
to
each
other
and
talked
about
’
the
shape
.
’
The
misfortune
was
that
my
shape
was
not
in
the
least
like
Richard
’
s
.
I
had
seen
a
thing
like
a
death
’
s
head
resting
on
the
ledge
of
the
box
,
whereas
Richard
saw
the
shape
of
an
old
woman
who
looked
like
Mme
.
Giry
.
We
soon
discovered
that
we
had
really
been
the
victims
of
an
illusion
,
whereupon
,
without
further
delay
and
laughing
like
madmen
,
we
ran
to
Box
Five
on
the
grand
tier
,
went
inside
and
found
no
shape
of
any
kind
.
"
Box
Five
is
just
like
all
the
other
grand
tier
boxes
.
There
is
nothing
to
distinguish
it
from
any
of
the
others
.
M
.
Moncharmin
and
M
.
Richard
,
ostensibly
highly
amused
and
laughing
at
each
other
,
moved
the
furniture
of
the
box
,
lifted
the
cloths
and
the
chairs
and
particularly
examined
the
arm
-
chair
in
which
"
the
man
’
s
voice
"
used
to
sit
.
But
they
saw
that
it
was
a
respectable
arm
-
chair
,
with
no
magic
about
it
.
Altogether
,
the
box
was
the
most
ordinary
box
in
the
world
,
with
its
red
hangings
,
its
chairs
,
its
carpet
and
its
ledge
covered
in
red
velvet
.
After
,
feeling
the
carpet
in
the
most
serious
manner
possible
,
and
discovering
nothing
more
here
or
anywhere
else
,
they
went
down
to
the
corresponding
box
on
the
pit
tier
below
.
In
Box
Five
on
the
pit
tier
,
which
is
just
inside
the
first
exit
from
the
stalls
on
the
left
,
they
found
nothing
worth
mentioning
either
"
Those
people
are
all
making
fools
of
us
!
"
Firmin
Richard
ended
by
exclaiming
.
"
It
will
be
FAUST
on
Saturday
:
let
us
both
see
the
performance
from
Box
Five
on
the
grand
tier
!
"
On
the
Saturday
morning
,
on
reaching
their
office
,
the
joint
managers
found
a
letter
from
O
.
G
.
worded
in
these
terms
:
MY
DEAR
MANAGERS
:
So
it
is
to
be
war
between
us
?
If
you
still
care
for
peace
,
here
is
my
ultimatum
.
It
consists
of
the
four
following
conditions
:
1
.
You
must
give
me
back
my
private
box
;
and
I
wish
it
to
be
at
my
free
disposal
from
henceforward
.
2
.
The
part
of
Margarita
shall
be
sung
this
evening
by
Christine
Daae
.
Never
mind
about
Carlotta
;
she
will
be
ill
.
