KADIDIA. But you've got no voice, mama!
MAGELONE. Ah, yes, that's true!
KADIDIA. Take me with you to the Varieté!
MAGELONE. No, it would break my heart!—But, well, if it can't be otherwise, and you're so made for it,—I can't change things!—Yes, we can go to the Olympia together to-morrow!
KADIDIA. O mama, how glad that makes me feel! (A plain-clothes detective enters, upper left.)
DETECTIVE. In the name of the law—I arrest you!
CASTI-PIANI. (Following him, bored.) What sort of nonsense is that? That isn't the right one!
ACT III
An attic room, without windows, but with two sky-lights, under one of which stands a bowl filled with rain-water. Down right, a door thru a board partition into a sort of cubicle under the slanting roof. Near it, a wobbly flower-table with a bottle and a smoking oil-lamp on it. Upper right, a worn-out couch. Door centre; near it, a chair without a seat. Down left, below the entrance door, a torn gray mattress. None of the doors can shut tight.