“What ‘something’ am I supposed to know?” he said. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Rémy began to lose his temper.

“This evening, Richard and Moncharmin were behaving like lunatics, here, between the acts.”

“I never noticed it,” growled Gabriel, very much annoyed.

“Then you’re the only one!⁠ ⁠… Do you think that I didn’t see them?⁠ ⁠… And that M. Parabise, the manager of the Crédit Central, noticed nothing?⁠ ⁠… And that M. de La Borderie, the ambassador, has no eyes to see with?⁠ ⁠… Why, all the subscribers were pointing at our managers!”

“But what were our managers doing?” asked Gabriel, putting on his most innocent air.