"The voice of a squirt!" The young man made haste to add: "Besides being a first-rate comedian!" "She?
Why she's a lump! She has no notion what to do with her hands and feet." La Faloise blushed a little.

He had lost his bearings.

He stammered: "I wouldn't have missed this first representation tonight for the world.
I was aware that your theater--" "Call it my brothel," Bordenave again interpolated with the frigid obstinacy of a man convinced.
Meanwhile Fauchery, with extreme calmness, was looking at the women as they came in.

He went to his cousin's rescue when he saw him all at sea and doubtful whether to laugh or to be angry.
"Do be pleasant to Bordenave--call his theater what he wishes you to, since it amuses him.

And you, my dear fellow, don't keep us waiting about for nothing.