The little ballet-girls exchanged glances. If the ghost came to the box, he must be seen, because he wore a dress-coat and a death’s head. This was what they tried to make Meg understand, but she replied:

“That’s just it! The ghost is not seen. And he has no dress-coat and no head! All that talk about his death’s head and his head of fire is nonsense! There’s nothing in it. You only hear him when he is in the box. Mother has never seen him, but she has heard him. Mother knows, because she gives him his program.”

Sorelli interfered.

“Giry, child, you’re getting at us!”

Thereupon little Giry began to cry.

“I ought to have held my tongue⁠—if mother ever came to know! But I was quite right, Joseph Buquet had no business to talk of things that don’t concern him⁠—it will bring him bad luck⁠—mother was saying so last night⁠—”