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IV Box Five
Remyhadsentforthebox-keepertotheRuedeProvence,closetotheOpera,whereshewasengagedasaporteress.Shesoonmadeherappearance.
"What’syourname?"
"Mme.Giry.Youknowmewellenough,sir;I’mthemotheroflittleGiry,littleMeg,what!"
Thiswassaidinsoroughandsolemnatonethat,foramoment,M.Richardwasimpressed.HelookedatMme.Giry,inherfadedshawl,herwornshoes,heroldtaffetadressanddingybonnet.Itwasquiteevidentfromthemanager’sattitude,thatheeitherdidnotknoworcouldnotrememberhavingmetMme.Giry,norevenlittleGiry,noreven"littleMeg!"ButMme.Giry’spridewassogreatthatthecelebratedbox-keeperimaginedthateverybodyknewher.
"Neverheardofher!"themanagerdeclared."Butthat’snoreason,Mme.Giry,whyIshouldn’taskyouwhathappenedlastnighttomakeyouandtheinspectorcallinamunicipalguard."
"Iwasjustwantingtoseeyou,sir,andtalktoyouaboutit,sothatyoumightn’thavethesameunpleasantnessasM.DebienneandM.Poligny.Theywouldn’tlistentomeeither,atfirst."
"I’mnotaskingyouaboutallthat.I’maskingwhathappenedlastnight."
Mme.Giryturnedpurplewithindignation.Neverhadshebeenspokentolikethat.Sheroseasthoughtogo,gatheringupthefoldsofherskirtandwavingthefeathersofherdingybonnetwithdignity,but,changinghermind,shesatdownagainandsaid,inahaughtyvoice:
"I’lltellyouwhathappened.Theghostwasannoyedagain!"
Thereupon,asM.Richardwasonthepointofburstingout,M.
