"Fanfar!" he called, "have you time to construct a sort of private box for these ladies?"
Fanfar advanced, and when Caillette saw the admiring gaze he riveted on the stranger, she clenched her little hands.
"I don't think I quite understand," he said.
Irène replied:
"It is a very simple matter. I desire to be present at your exhibition, and I do not care to mingle with the vulgar herd."
Fanfar listened to these words very coldly, and then said:
"What you ask is impossible."
"I don't know about that," interposed Gudel, quickly. "I think a private box could be quickly made with a few boards—"
"Only I refuse to make it," said Fanfar.