Accordingly he was not long in coming to a decision, and so
he turned round and called out:
"Fauchery!"
The count had been on the point of stopping him. But Fauchery did not
hear him, for he had been pinned against the curtain by Fontan and was
being compelled to listen patiently to the comedian's reading of
the part of Tardiveau. Fontan imagined Tardiveau to be a native of
Marseilles with a dialect, and he imitated the dialect. He was repeating
whole speeches. Was that right? Was this the thing? Apparently he was
only submitting ideas to Fauchery of which he was himself uncertain, but
as the author seemed cold and raised various objections, he grew angry
at once.
Oh, very well, the moment the spirit of the part escaped him it would be
better for all concerned that he shouldn't act it at all!
"Fauchery!" shouted Bordenave once more.
Thereupon the young man ran off, delighted to escape from the actor, who
was wounded not a little by his prompt retreat.
"Don't let's stay here," continued Bordenave. "Come this way,
gentlemen."
In order to escape from curious listeners he led them into the property
room behind the scenes, while Mignon watched their disappearance in some
surprise.
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