La Tour d'Azyr had quitted the front of the box to meet those who
came to join him. And now in the pit one group of infuriated
gentlemen, in attempting to reach the stage across the empty
orchestra, so that they might deal with the audacious comedian who
was responsible for this explosion, found themselves opposed and
held back by another group composed of men to whose feelings
Andre-Louis had given expression.
Perceiving this, and remembering the chandelier, he turned to
Leandre, who had remained beside him.
"I think it is time to be going," said he.
Leandre, looking ghastly under his paint, appalled by the storm
which exceeded by far anything that his unimaginative brain could
have conjectured, gurgled an inarticulate agreement. But it looked
as if already they were too late, for in that moment they were
assailed from behind.
M. Binet had succeeded at last in breaking past Polichinelle and
Rhodomont, who in view of his murderous rage had been endeavouring
to restrain him. Half a dozen gentlemen, habitues of the green-room,
had come round to the stage to disembowel the knave who had created
this riot, and it was they who had flung aside those two comedians
who hung upon Binet.
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