Box Five is just like all the other grand tier boxes. There is nothing

to distinguish it from any of the others. M. Moncharmin and M.

Richard, ostensibly highly amused and laughing at each other, moved the

furniture of the box, lifted the cloths and the chairs and particularly

examined the arm-chair in which "the man's voice" used to sit. But

they saw that it was a respectable arm-chair, with no magic about it.

Altogether, the box was the most ordinary box in the world, with its

red hangings, its chairs, its carpet and its ledge covered in red

velvet. After, feeling the carpet in the most serious manner possible,

and discovering nothing more here or anywhere else, they went down to

the corresponding box on the pit tier below. In Box Five on the pit

tier, which is just inside the first exit from the stalls on the left,

they found nothing worth mentioning either.

"Those people are all making fools of us!" Firmin Richard ended by

exclaiming. "It will be FAUST on Saturday: let us both see the

performance from Box Five on the grand tier!"




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