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IV Box Five
Nobodythere!Herubshisearandaskshimself,ifhe’sdreaming.ThenMephistopheleswentonwithhisserenade...But,perhapsI’mboringyougentlemen?"
"No,no,goon."
"Youaretoogood,gentlemen,"withasmirk."Well,then,Mephistopheleswentonwithhisserenade"—Mme.Giry,burstintosongagain—"’Saint,unclosethyportalsholyandaccordthebliss,toamortalbendinglowly,ofapardon-kiss.’AndthenM.Manieraagainhearsthevoiceinhisrightear,saying,thistime,’Ha,ha!Juliewouldn’tmindaccordingakisstoIsidore!’Thenheturnsroundagain,but,thistime,totheleft;andwhatdoyouthinkhesees?Isidore,whohadtakenhislady’shandandwascoveringitwithkissesthroughthelittleroundplaceintheglove—likethis,gentlemen"—rapturouslykissingthebitofpalmleftbareinthemiddleofherthreadgloves."Thentheyhadalivelytimebetweenthem!Bang!Bang!M.Maniera,whowasbigandstrong,likeyou,M.Richard,gavetwoblowstoM.IsidoreSaack,whowassmallandweaklikeM.Moncharmin,savinghispresence.Therewasagreatuproar.Peopleinthehouseshouted,’Thatwilldo!Stopthem!He’llkillhim!’Then,atlast,M.IsidoreSaackmanagedtorunaway."
"Thentheghosthadnotbrokenhisleg?"askedM.Moncharmin,alittlevexedthathisfigurehadmadesolittleimpressiononMme.Giry.
"Hedidbreakitforhim,sir,"repliedMme.Giryhaughtily."Hebrokeitforhimonthegrandstaircase,whichherandowntoofast,sir,anditwillbelongbeforethepoorgentlemanwillbeabletogoupitagain!"
"DidtheghosttellyouwhathesaidinM.
