"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."