“Oh! yes, monsieur; there was one for that gentleman with the syringes they acted the last time, that was so funny! Monsieur Pourceau—Pourceau—the man who wouldn’t take physic before people, you know.”
“Just so, my man, just so.—Well, when the wreath is all fixed, you must make a dozen fresh, pretty bouquets, and give them to these children, who will be dressed as Cupids.”
“Say! I know ’em; they’re Madeleine’s boys.”
“Pay attention to what I say.”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“When they have the bouquets, you’ll take them to the prompter’s box.”
“Yes, monsieur, to the box, I understand.”
“And they are to go out on the stage when I clap twice with my hands.”
“Yes, monsieur, with your hands.”
“Don’t forget anything, my friend.”