"Oh!"

"Ah!"

"Boum!"

"The old rogue!"

"Ting-a-ring-ting!"

"Sold again!"

"Monsieur Desroches, you are going to the play without paying," said
Hure to the fourth clerk, giving him a slap on the shoulder that might
have killed a rhinoceros.

There was a storm of cat-calls, cries, and exclamations, which all the
onomatopeia of the language would fail to represent.

"Which theatre shall we go to?"

"To the opera," cried the head clerk.

"In the first place," said Godeschal, "I never mentioned which
theatre. I might, if I chose, take you to see Madame Saqui."

"Madame Saqui is not the play."

"What is a play?" replied Godeschal. "First, we must define the point
of fact. What did I bet, gentlemen? A play. What is a play? A