"What a pity!—we were once together at the Gaité,—there was a sheep in the piece—we were in one of the stage-boxes, and D'Orville drew the mutton along by his hind legs."
"How very funny it must have been!"
"It really was—but come—let us attend a little—hum! I say the plot seems rather intricate—eh?"
"Why, to tell the truth, I do not comprehend one syllable of it."
"Which is the father?—that one?"
"In the mulberry suit?"
"No, on the left side—the thin fellow, the distinguished individual who indulged in the soliloquy."
"I don't know."
"Don't you find the thing amusing?"
"Decidedly otherwise."