But the Jaeger author was not to be prevailed upon.

He waved the doeskin gloves in token of adieu, and retreated once more into the excited obscurity of the wings, where his manager was trembling like an aspen, in the midst of a perspiring company.

The lights were turned down.

The orchestra burst into a tuneful jig, and the lingering audience at length began to disperse.
Dr.Levillier, Julian, and Valentine left their box in silence.

It seemed that this odd play, which dared to be natural, had impressed them.