Armand Moncharmin wrote such voluminous Memoirs during the fairly long period of his co-management that we may well ask if he ever found time to attend to the affairs of the Opera otherwise than by telling what went on there.M.Moncharmin did not know a note of music, but he called the minister of education and fine arts by his Christian name, had dabbled a little in society journalism and enjoyed a considerable private income.Lastly, he was a charming fellow and showed that he was not lacking in intelligence, for, as soon as he made up his mind to be a sleeping partner in the Opera, he selected the best possible active manager and went straight to Firmin Richard.
Firmin Richard was a very distinguished composer, who had published a number of successful pieces of all kinds and who liked nearly every form of music and every sort of musician.Clearly, therefore, it was the duty of every sort of musician to like M.Firmin Richard.
The only things to be said against him were that he was rather masterful in his ways and endowed with a very hasty temper.
The first few days which the partners spent at the Opera were given over to the delight of finding themselves the head of so magnificent an enterprise; and they had forgotten all about that curious, fantastic story of the ghost, when an incident occurred that proved to them that the joke--if joke it were--was not over.
M.Firmin Richard reached his office that morning at eleven o'clock.His secretary, M.Remy, showed him half a dozen letters which he had not opened because they were marked "private."One of the letters had at once attracted Richard's attention not only because the envelope was addressed in red ink, but because he seemed to have seen the writing before.He soon rememberd that it was the red handwriting in which the memorandum-book had been so curiously completed.He recognized the clumsy childish hand.
He opened the letter and read:
DEAR MR.MANAGER:
I am sorry to have to trouble you at a time when you must be so very busy, renewing important engagements, signing fresh ones and generally displaying your excellent taste.I know what you have done for Carlotta, Sorelli and little Jammes and for a few others whose admirable qualities of talent or genius you have suspected.
Of course, when I use these words, I do not mean to apply them to La Carlotta, who sings like a squirt and who ought never to have been allowed to leave the Ambassadeurs and the Cafe Jacquin;nor to La Sorelli, who owes her success mainly to the coach-builders;nor to little Jammes, who dances like a calf in a field.And I am not speaking of Christine Daae either, though her genius is certain, whereas your jealousy prevents her from creating any important part.
When all is said, you are free to conduct your little business as you think best, are you not?
All the same, I should like to take advantage of the fact that you have not yet turned Christine Daae out of doors by hearing her this evening in the part of Siebel, as that of Margarita has been forbidden her since her triumph of the other evening; and I will ask you not to dispose of my box to-day nor on the FOLLOWING DAYS, for I can not end this letter without telling you how disagreeably surprised I have been once or twice, to hear, on arriving at the Opera, that my box had been sold, at the box-office, by your orders.
I did not protest, first, because I dislike scandal, and, second, because I thought that your predecessors, MM.Debienne and Poligny, who were always charming to me, had neglected, before leaving, to mention my little fads to you.I have now received a reply from those gentlemen to my letter asking for an explanation, and this reply proves that you know all about my Memorandum-Book and, consequently, that you are treating me with outrageous contempt.
IF YOU WISH TO LIVE IN PEACE, YOU MUST NOT BEGIN BY TAKING AWAYMY PRIVATE BOX.
Believe me to be, dear Mr.Manager, without prejudice to these little observations, Your Most Humble and Obedient Servant, OPERA GHOST.
The letter was accompanied by a cutting from the agony-column of the Revue Theatrale, which ran:
O.G.--There is no excuse for R.and M.We told them and left your memorandum-book in their hands.Kind regards.
M.Firmin Richard had hardly finished reading this letter when M.Armand Moncharmin entered, carrying one exactly similar.
They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"They are keeping up the joke," said M.Richard, "but I don't call it funny.""What does it all mean?" asked M.Moncharmin."Do they imagine that, because they have been managers of the Opera, we are going to let them have a box for an indefinite period?""I am not in the mood to let myself be laughed at long,"said Firmin Richard.
"It's harmless enough," observed Armand Moncharmin."What is it they really want? A box for to-night?"M.Firmin Richard told his secretary to send Box Five on the grand tier to Mm.Debienne and Poligny, if it was not sold.It was not.
It was sent off to them.Debienne lived at the corner of the Rue Scribe and the Boulevard des Capucines; Poligny, in the Rue Auber.
O.Ghost's two letters had been posted at the Boulevard des Capucines post-office, as Moncharmin remarked after examining the envelopes.
"You see!" said Richard.
They shrugged their shoulders and regretted that two men of that age should amuse themselves with such childish tricks.
"They might have been civil, for all that!" said Moncharmin.
"Did you notice how they treat us with regard to Carlotta, Sorelli and Little Jammes?""Why, my dear fellow, these two are mad with jealousy! To think that they went to the expense of, an advertisement in the Revue Theatrale!
Have they nothing better to do?"
"By the way," said Moncharmin, "they seem to be greatly interested in that little Christine Daae!""You know as well as I do that she has the reputation of being quite good," said Richard.
