“Yes, yes; I have an idea of a costume that will leave Fourriette’s in the shade! I am going to cover myself with leaves.”
But at that moment they heard young Miaulard shouting:
“Victory! here comes Monsieur Glumeau in his tyrant’s costume, messieurs; that means that he will act.”
“See how he hobbles along and leans over on one side!”
“That won’t do any harm in his part; he will suggest Ligier in Richard the Third, at a distance.”
Monsieur Glumeau came on the stage, saying in a most affecting manner:
“Ah! my friends, I don’t know whether I shall be able to play; this infernal pain doesn’t leave me; it’s terrible!”
“It isn’t anything, Monsieur Glumeau—a strained muscle.”
“Or perhaps it’s only wind, a gust of wind that has lodged there.”
“Do you think so? Ten thousand bombs! if I only knew that!”