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that evening. The secretary urged her, in his chief's name, to commit no imprudence, to stay at home all day and to be careful of drafts; and Carlotta could not help, after he had gone, comparing this unusual and unexpected advice with the threats contained in the letter.

      It was five o'clock when the post brought a second anonymous letter in the same hand as the first. It was short and said simply:

      You have a bad cold. If you are wise, you will see that it is madness to try to sing to-night.

      Carlotta sneered, shrugged her handsome shoulders and sang two or three notes to reassure herself.

      Her friends were faithful to their promise. They were all at the Opera that night, but looked round in vain for the fierce conspirators whom they were instructed to suppress. The only unusual thing was the presence of M. Richard and M. Moncharmin in Box Five. Carlotta's friends thought that, perhaps, the managers had wind, on their side, of the proposed disturbance and that they had determined to be in the house, so as to stop it then and there; but this was unjustifiable supposition, as the reader knows. M. Richard and M. Moncharmin were thinking of nothing but their ghost.

      "Vain! In vain do I call, through my vigil weary, On creation and its Lord! Never reply will break the silence dreary! No sign! No single word!"

      The famous baritone, Carolus Fonta, had hardly finished Doctor Faust's first appeal to the powers of darkness, when M. Firmin Richard, who was sitting in the ghost's own chair, the front chair on the right, leaned over to his partner and asked him chaffingly:

      "Well, has the ghost whispered a word in your ear yet?"

      "Wait, don't be in such a hurry," replied M. Armand Moncharmin, in the same gay tone. "The performance has only begun and you know that the ghost does not usually come until the middle of the first act."

      The first act passed without incident, which did not surprise Carlotta's friends, because Margarita does not sing in this act. As for the managers, they looked at each other, when the curtain fell.

      "That's one!" said Moncharmin.

      "Yes, the ghost is late," said Firmin Richard.

      "It's not a bad house," said Moncharmin, "for 'a house with a curse on it.'"

      M. Richard smiled and pointed to a fat, rather vulgar woman, dressed in black, sitting in a stall in the middle of the auditorium with a man in a broadcloth frock-coat on either side of her.

      "Who on earth are 'those?'" asked Moncharmin.

      "'Those,' my dear fellow, are my concierge, her husband and her brother."

      "Did you give them their tickets?"

      "I did ... My concierge had never been to the Opera—this is, the first time—and, as she is now going to come every night, I wanted her to have a good seat, before spending her time showing other people to theirs."

      Moncharmin asked what he meant and Richard answered that he had persuaded his concierge, in whom he had the greatest confidence, to come and take Mme. Giry's place. Yes, he would like to see if, with that woman instead of the old lunatic, Box Five would continue to astonish the natives?

      "By the way," said Moncharmin, "you know that Mother Giry is going to lodge a complaint against you."

      "With whom? The ghost?"

      The ghost! Moncharmin had almost forgotten him. However, that mysterious person did nothing to bring himself to the memory of the managers; and they were just saying so to each other for the second time, when the door of the box suddenly opened to admit the startled stage-manager.

      "What's the matter?" they both asked, amazed at seeing him there at such a time.

      "It seems there's a plot got up by Christine Daae's friends against Carlotta. Carlotta's furious."

      "What on earth ... ?" said Richard, knitting his brows.

      But the curtain rose on the kermess scene and Richard made a sign to the stage-manager to go away. When the two were alone again, Moncharmin leaned over to Richard:

      "Then Daae has friends?" he asked.

      "Yes, she has."

      "Whom?"

      Richard glanced across at a box on the grand tier containing no one but two men.

      "The Comte de Chagny?"

      "Yes, he spoke to me in her favor with such warmth that, if I had not known him to be Sorelli's friend ..."

      "Really? Really?" said Moncharmin. "And who is that pale young man beside him?"

      "That's his brother, the viscount."

      "He ought to be in his bed. He looks ill."

      The stage rang with gay song:

      "Red or white liquor,

       Coarse or fine!

       What can it matter,

       So we have wine?"

      Students, citizens, soldiers, girls and matrons whirled light-heartedly before the inn with the figure of Bacchus for a sign. Siebel made her entrance. Christine Daae looked charming in her boy's clothes; and Carlotta's partisans expected to hear her greeted with an ovation which would have enlightened them as to the intentions of her friends. But nothing happened.

      On the other hand, when Margarita crossed the stage and sang the only two lines allotted her in this second act:

      "No, my lord, not a lady am I, nor yet a beauty,

       And do not need an arm to help me on my way,"

      Carlotta was received with enthusiastic applause. It was so unexpected and so uncalled for that those who knew nothing about the rumors looked at one another and asked what was happening. And this act also was finished without incident.

      Then everybody said: "Of course, it will be during the next act."

      Some, who seemed to be better informed than the rest, declared that the "row" would begin with the ballad of the KING OF THULE and rushed to the subscribers' entrance to warn Carlotta. The managers left the box during the entr'acte to find out more about the cabal of which the stage-manager had spoken; but they soon returned to their seats, shrugging their shoulders and treating the whole affair as silly.

      The first thing they saw, on entering the box, was a box of English sweets on the little shelf of the ledge. Who had put it there? They asked the box-keepers, but none of them knew. Then they went back to the shelf and, next to the box of sweets, found an opera glass. They looked at each other. They had no inclination to laugh. All that Mme. Giry had told them returned to their memory ... and then ... and then ... they seemed to feel a curious sort of draft around them ... They sat down in silence.

      The scene represented Margarita's garden:

      "Gentle flow'rs in the dew,

       Be message from me ..."

      As she sang these first two lines, with her bunch of roses and lilacs in her hand, Christine, raising her head, saw the Vicomte de Chagny in his box; and, from that moment, her voice seemed less sure, less crystal-clear than usual. Something seemed to deaden and dull her singing...

      "What a queer girl she is!" said one of Carlotta's friends in the stalls, almost aloud. "The other day she was divine; and to-night she's simply bleating. She has no experience, no training."

      "Gentle flow'rs, lie ye there

       And tell her from me ..."

      The viscount put his head under his hands and wept. The count, behind him, viciously gnawed his mustache, shrugged his shoulders and frowned. For him, usually so cold and correct, to betray his inner feelings like that, by outward signs, the count must be very angry. He was. He had seen his brother return from a rapid and mysterious journey in an alarming state of health. The explanation that followed was unsatisfactory and the count asked Christine Daae for an appointment. She had the audacity to reply that she could not see either him or his brother...

      "Would she but

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