O.Ghost's two letters had been posted at the Boulevard des Capucines post-office, as Moncharmin remarked after examining the envelopes.
"You see!" said Richard.
They shrugged their shoulders and regretted that two men of that age should amuse themselves with such childish tricks.
"They might have been civil, for all that!" said Moncharmin.

"Did you notice how they treat us with regard to Carlotta, Sorelli and Little Jammes ?" "Why, my dear fellow, these two are mad with jealousy! To think that they went to the expense of, an advertisement in the Revue Theatrale! Have they nothing better to do ?" "By the way," said Moncharmin, "they seem to be greatly interested in that little Christine Daae!" "You know as well as I do that she has the reputation of being quite good," said Richard.
"Reputations are easily obtained," replied Moncharmin.

"Haven't I a reputation for knowing all about music?
And I don't know one key from another." "Don't be afraid: you never had that reputation," Richard declared.
Thereupon he ordered the artists to be shown in, who, for the last two hours, had been walking up and down outside the door behind which fame and fortune--or dismissal--awaited them.
The whole day was spent in discussing, negotiating, signing or cancelling contracts; and the two overworked managers went to bed early, without so much as casting a glance at Box Five to see whether M.Debienne and M.Poligny were enjoying the performance.
Next morning, the managers received a card of thanks from the ghost: DEAR, MR.

MANAGER: Thanks.

Charming evening.