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"
It
’
s
not
a
bad
house
,
"
said
Moncharmin
,
"
for
’
a
house
with
a
curse
on
it
.
’
"
M
.
Richard
smiled
and
pointed
to
a
fat
,
rather
vulgar
woman
,
dressed
in
black
,
sitting
in
a
stall
in
the
middle
of
the
auditorium
with
a
man
in
a
broadcloth
frock
-
coat
on
either
side
of
her
.
"
Who
on
earth
are
’
those
?
’
"
asked
Moncharmin
.
"
’
Those
,
’
my
dear
fellow
,
are
my
concierge
,
her
husband
and
her
brother
.
"
"
Did
you
give
them
their
tickets
?
"
"
I
did
.
.
.
My
concierge
had
never
been
to
the
Opera
—
this
is
,
the
first
time
—
and
,
as
she
is
now
going
to
come
every
night
,
I
wanted
her
to
have
a
good
seat
,
before
spending
her
time
showing
other
people
to
theirs
.
"
Moncharmin
asked
what
he
meant
and
Richard
answered
that
he
had
persuaded
his
concierge
,
in
whom
he
had
the
greatest
confidence
,
to
come
and
take
Mme
.
Giry
’
s
place
.
Yes
,
he
would
like
to
see
if
,
with
that
woman
instead
of
the
old
lunatic
,
Box
Five
would
continue
to
astonish
the
natives
?
"
By
the
way
,
"
said
Moncharmin
,
"
you
know
that
Mother
Giry
is
going
to
lodge
a
complaint
against
you
.
"
"
With
whom
?
The
ghost
?
"
The
ghost
!
Moncharmin
had
almost
forgotten
him
.
However
,
that
mysterious
person
did
nothing
to
bring
himself
to
the
memory
of
the
managers
;
and
they
were
just
saying
so
to
each
other
for
the
second
time
,
when
the
door
of
the
box
suddenly
opened
to
admit
the
startled
stage
-
manager
.
