And the oath have oft repeated, that though kings and queens entreated,
I would ne’er again be seated in the stalls as once before,
There to try and see the piece through, as I tried to do before,
Now to do so nevermore.”
Open here was flung the portal by a pompous powdered mortal,
Who then ushered Mr. Carte in, as he oft had done before;
Not a moment stopped or stayed he, but a slight obeisance made he,
And in voice of thunder said he, “Mr. Carte”—then slammed the door,
And in tones stentorian said he, “Mr. Carte,”—then slammed the door.
Only this and nothing more.