The orchestra had played and two or three vocalists had appeared and sang, without Claudius, absorbed in this conversation, noticing that the entertainment had commenced.

A little fat man in a ruffled and embroidered shirt, buff waistcoat with crystal buttons, knee breeches and silk stockings of reproachless black, and steel buckled shoes, had come before the curtain, sticking one thumb in his waistband and the other in his vest armhole, to display a huge seal ring and a mammoth diamond hoop, respectively, as well as his idea of ease in company.

He announced in a high flute-like voice that in consequence of indisposition, which a sworn medical affirmation confirmed--here he raised a laugh by sticking his tongue in his cheek--"La Belle Stamboulane" would not appear--might have to depart for Constantinople for convalescence, but that the bewitching Fraulein von Vieradlers--one of the few authentic _noble_ vocalists on the variety stage--following in the footsteps of certain princesses--would oblige, for the first time on any stage, with selections from her repertoire, etc.
This was concerted, for the outburst of applause, started by the most sinister of aspect among the auditors, was vehement and so contagious that the _hussah_ was unanimous as the stage-manager retired.
La Belle Stamboulane was already eclipsed! so evanescent is theatrical fame.

Of all the audience, only one felt indignant, and that was the student Claudius, who had not heard her sing or wear stage costumes! "All is over," observed Daniels placidly.

"I cannot cope with these rogues.