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 hate scenes, and never have any hardly even with Spiridion! Oh, has Olga told you? Yes; it is horrible, infamous, intolerable!—after all I have done for that odious Dumb Asylum—and my costumes ordered for the Muscadins, and half the part learnt! It is all Krunensberg's doing—and the Duc didn't stand out one half as he should have done; and Blanche!—the idea—the little wretch is made of wood, and can't even open her mouth! As for Krunensberg, he deserves to be shot! It is all his influence that has set Nina against the Muscadins—just to spite me! What I have gone through about this wretched theatre—and then to have that little chit of a Blanche set over my head, a little creature, only married out of her convent last year;—it is unbearable; of course, neither I nor des Gommeux shall play. Oh, here comes the Duc;—no, Duc, it is not the slightest use! If you have that ridiculous musty old piece of De Musset's, or if you have Blanche in it at all you don't have Me in anything. A nice morning's work you have made of it! Nina and I shall never speak again."