"A baignoire? I don't know what that is; is it very high?"
"No, on the contrary, it's low; on a level with the pit."
When the box door was opened, Éléonore hesitated about going in.
"Mon Dieu! how dark it is in there!" she exclaimed. "Is this our box?"
"To be sure, madame," replied the box opener; "and it's almost opposite the stage, as you see."
"Dear me! what a strange place! Yes, we do have a good view of the stage, that is true; but we can't be seen—it is hardly worth while to take pains with one's dress. However, perhaps I shall get used to it. Do you like these boxes, Monsieur Callé?"
"So far as I am concerned, madame, I am always satisfied when—I have the—the privilege——"
"You are very good!"
Éléonore took her seat at the front of the box, and Callé modestly seated himself behind her. When she had looked for a moment into the auditorium, of which she could see only a very small part, she turned toward her escort, who returned her glance, sighed, and said nothing.
"You can't see anything from where you are, Monsieur Callé, can you? Sit here in front, beside me."