or, and
which yet subjugates me."
At this moment, the stage-manager entered the room, and interrupted the
beast-tamer. "May we give the signal, M. Morok?" said the stage-manager.
"The overture will not last above ten minutes."
"I am ready," said Morok.
"The police-inspector has just now given orders, that the double chain
of the panther, and the iron ring riveted to the floor of the stage, at
the end of the cavern in the foreground, shall be again examined; and
everything has been reported quite secure."
"Yes--secure--except for me," murmured the beast-tamer.
"So, M. Morok, the signal may be given?"
"The signal may--be given," replied Morok. And the manager went out.
CHAPTER XIII. UP WITH THE CURTAIN.
The usual bell sounded with solemnity behind the scenes the overture
began, and, to say the truth, but little attention was paid to it. The
interior of the theatre offered a very animated view. With the exception
of two stage-boxes even with the dress circle, one to the left, the
other to the right of the audience, every seat was occupied. A great
number of very fashionable ladies, attracted, as is always the case, by
the strange wildness of the spectacle, filled the boxes. The stalls were
crowded by most of the young men who; in the morning, had walked their
horses on the Champs-Elysees. The observations which passed from one
stall to another, will give some idea of their conversation.
"Do you know, my dear boy, there would not be so crowded or fashionable
an audience to witness Racine's Athalia?"
"Undoubtedly. What is the beggarly howling of an actor, compared to the
roaring of the lion?"
"I cannot understand how the authorities permit this Morok to fasten his
panther with a chain to an iron ring in the corner of the stage. If the
chain were to break?"
"Talking of broken chains--there's little Mme. de Blinville, who is no
tigress. Do you see her in the second tier, opposite?"
"It becomes her very well to have broken, as you say, the marriage
chain; she looks very well this season."
"Oh! there is the beautiful Duchess de Saint-Prix; all the world is here
to-night--I don't speak of ourselves."
"It is a regular opera night--what a festive scene!"
"Well, after all, people do well to amuse themselves, perhaps it will
not be for long."
"Why so?"
"Suppose the cholera were to come to Paris?"
"Oh! nonsense!"
"Do you believe in the cholera?"
"To be sure I do! He's coming from
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