Mme.

Giry coughed, cleared her throat--it sounded as though she were preparing to sing the whole of Gounod's score--and began: "It was like this, sir.

That night, M.Maniera and his lady, the jewelers in the Rue Mogador, were sitting in the front of the box, with their great friend, M.Isidore Saack, sitting behind Mme.

Maniera.
Mephistopheles was singing"-- Mme.

Giry here burst into song herself--"'Catarina, while you play at sleeping,' and then M.Maniera heard a voice in his right ear (his wife was on his left) saying, 'Ha, ha! Julie's not playing at sleeping!' His wife happened to be called Julie.