"Well, then, Mephistopheles went on with his serenade"-- Mme.

Giry, burst into song again--"'Saint, unclose thy portals holy and accord the bliss, to a mortal bending lowly, of a pardon-kiss.' And then M.Maniera again hears the voice in his right ear, saying, this time, 'Ha, ha! Julie wouldn't mind according a kiss to Isidore!' Then he turns round again, but, this time, to the left; and what do you think he sees?
Isidore, who had taken his lady's hand and was covering it with kisses through the little round place in the glove--like this, gentlemen"-- rapturously kissing the bit of palm left bare in the middle of her thread gloves.
"Then they had a lively time between them! Bang! Bang! M.Maniera, who was big and strong, like you, M.Richard, gave two blows to M.
Isidore Saack, who was small and weak like M.Moncharmin, saving his presence.

There was a great uproar.

People in the house shouted, 'That will do! Stop them! He'll kill him!' Then, at last, M.Isidore Saack managed to run away." "Then the ghost had not broken his leg ?" asked M.Moncharmin, a little vexed that his figure had made so little impression on Mme.

Giry.
"He did break it for him, sir," replied Mme.