I like people to work for me when I employ them!" Having said this, M.Richard paid no attention to the inspector and discussed various matters of business with his acting-manager, who had entered the room meanwhile.

The inspector thought he could go and was gently--oh, so gently!--sidling toward the door, when M.Richard nailed the man to the floor with a thundering: "Stay where you are!" M.Remy had sent for the box-keeper to the Rue de Provence, close to the Opera, where she was engaged as a porteress.

She soon made her appearance.
"What's your name ?" "Mme.

Giry.

You know me well enough, sir; I'm the mother of little Giry, little Meg, what!" This was said in so rough and solemn a tone that, for a moment, M.
Richard was impressed.