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. Oh, people make allowances for that.

. They say the actors are rotten.

. That is too bad!

. And I'd hate to tell you what they say about the management.

. Bigots! Fanatics!—Waiter, the papers! The morning papers!

. Here you are, sir: The Echo, The Voice. When do you open? Believe me, the town is on tiptoe. I wonder if you are going to play that piece which has made such a sensation? We certainly do need it here. People are very pharisaical.

. Pharisaical is the word.

. The fact is, the ladies have formed a league.

. A league?

. Yes, sir, and they will be against you. They have been here already to ask the proprietor not to distribute the hand-bills nor to allow placards to be hung in the café.

. What do you think of that?

. Bigots! Fanatics! Spain is going to the dogs. They'll rend us limb from limb.

. And nobody will come to see us! I knew it all the time.

. Not if you have a league of ladies against you.

. What is the matter?

. What has happened?

. It's the bull-fighters—the toreros arriving at their hotel. The Hotel of the Universe, sir.

. What enthusiasm! Rome in her decadence was never like this.