"What the devil could put it into Gercourt's noddle to write a play?"
"Still that was a neatly turned idea."
"Yes, but what an idea!"
"True; but you hear how they are applauding. It may succeed, but it is decidedly weak."
"First act is over—now for the second."
"Well, gentlemen, what did I tell you?"
"Between ourselves, my dear Morville, it is a pity that it begins so well."
"How so?"
"The remainder of the piece cannot certainly sustain this high tone."
"That remains to be seen; I know the play, and now I have not the slightest doubt of its success."