UP WITH THE CURTAIN.
The usual bell sounded with solemnity behind the scenes the overture began, and, to say the truth, but little attention was paid to it.The interior of the theatre offered a very animated view.With the exception of two stage-boxes even with the dress circle, one to the left, the other to the right of the audience, every seat was occupied.A great number of very fashionable ladies, attracted, as is always the case, by the strange wildness of the spectacle, filled the boxes.The stalls were crowded by most of the young men who; in the morning, had walked their horses on the Champs-Elysees.The observations which passed from one stall to another, will give some idea of their conversation.
"Do you know, my dear boy, there would not be so crowded or fashionable an audience to witness Racine's Athalia?"
"Undoubtedly.What is the beggarly howling of an actor, compared to the roaring of the lion?"
"I cannot understand how the authorities permit this Morok to fasten his panther with a chain to an iron ring in the corner of the stage.If the chain were to break?"
"Talking of broken chains--there's little Mme.de Blinville, who is no tigress.Do you see her in the second tier, opposite?"
"It becomes her very well to have broken, as you say, the marriage chain;
she looks very well this season."
"Oh! there is the beautiful Duchess de Saint-Prix; all the world is here to-night--I don't speak of ourselves."
"It is a regular opera night--what a festive scene!"
"Well, after all, people do well to amuse themselves, perhaps it will not be for long."
"Why so?"
"Suppose the cholera were to come to Paris?"
"Oh! nonsense!"
"Do you believe in the cholera?"
"To be sure I do! He's coming from the North, with his walking-stick under his arm."
"The devil take him on the road! don't let us see his green visage here."
"They say he's at London."
"A pleasant journey to him."
"Come, let us talk of something else; it may be a weakness, if you please, but I call this a dull subject."
"I believe you."
"Oh! gentlemen--I am not mistaken--no--it is she!"
"Who, then?"
"Mdlle.de Cardoville! She is coming into the stage-box with Morinval and his wife.It is a complete resuscitation: this morning on the Champs-Elysees; in the evening here."
"Faith, you are right! It is Mdlle.de Cardoville."
"Good heaven! how lovely she is!"
"Lend me your eyeglass."
"Well, what do you think of her?"
"Exquisite--dazzling."
"And in addition to her beauty, an inexhaustible flow of wit, three hundred thousand francs a year, high birth, eighteen years of age, and--
free as air."
"Yes, that is to say, that, provided it pleased her, I might be to-
morrow--or even to-day--the happiest of men."
"It is enough to turn one's brain."
"I am told that her mansion, Rue d'Anjou, is like an enchanted palace; a great deal is said about a bath-room and bedroom, worthy of the Arabian Nights."
"And free as air--I come back to that."
"Ah! if I were in her place!"
"My levity would be quite shocking."
"Oh! gentlemen, what a happy man will he be who is loved first!"
"You think, then, that she will have many lovers?"
"Being as free as air--"
"All the boxes are full, except the stage-box opposite to that in which Mdlle.de Cardoville is seated.Happy the occupiers of that box!"
"Did you see the English ambassador's lady in the dress circle?"
"And the Princess d'Alvimar--what an enormous bouquet!"
"I should like to know the name--of that nosegay."
"Oh!--it's Germigny."
"How flattering for the lions and tigers, to attract so fashionable an audience."
"Do you notice, gentlemen, how all the women are eye-glassing Mdlle.de Cardoville?"
"She makes a sensation."
"She is right to show herself; they gave her out as mad."
"Oh! gentlemen, what a capital phiz!"
"Where--where?"
"There--in the omnibus-box beneath Mdlle.de Cardoville's."
"It's a Nuremburg nutcracker."
"An ourang-outang!"
"Did you ever see such round, staring eyes?"
"And the nose!"
"And the forehead!"
"It's a caricature."
"Order, order! the curtain rises."
And, in fact, the curtain rose.Some explanation is necessary for the clear understanding of what follows.In the lower stage-box, to the left of the audience, were several persons, who had been referred to by the young men in the stalls.The omnibus-box was occupied by the Englishman, the eccentric and portentous bettor, whose presence inspired Morok with so much dread.
It would require Hoffman's rare and fantastic genius to describe worthily that countenance, at once grotesque and frightful, as it stood out from the dark background of the box.This Englishman was about fifty years old; his forehead was quite bald, and of a conical shape; beneath this forehead, surmounted by eyebrows like parenthesis marks, glittered large, green eyes, remarkably round and staring, and set very close to a hooked nose, extremely sharp and prominent; a chin like that on the old-