“Still, that doesn’t let us know how the Opera ghost came to ask you for a footstool,” insisted M. Moncharmin. “Well, from that evening, no one tried to take the ghost’s private box from him. The manager gave orders that he was to have it at each performance. And, whenever he came, he asked me for a footstool.” “Tut, tut! A ghost asking for a footstool! Then this ghost of yours is a woman?”
