Braintop's eyes were in waiting on Emilia, who looked sadly at the empty orchestra.
A gentleman in the stalls, a head beneath her, bowed, and holding up a singular article, gravely said that he had been requested to pass it.
She touched Mr.Pole's shoulder.

"Eh?
anything funny ?" said he, and glanced around.

He was in time to see Braintop lean hurriedly over the box, and snatch his pocket-mirror from the gentleman's hand.

"Ha! ha!" he laughed, as if a comic gleam had illumined him.

A portion of the pit and stalls laughed too.