Guess what they're playing at the Vaudeville.

METTERNICH.

Well?

GENTZ.

"Bonaparte."

METTERNICH.

[_With indifference._]

Oh?

GENTZ.

The Nouveautes?

METTERNICH.

Well?

GENTZ.

"Bonaparte." And the Varietes?

"Napoleon." The Luxembourg announces "Fourteen years of his life." At the Gymnase They are reviving the "Return from Russia."

What is the Gaiety to play this season?

"Napoleon's Coachman" and "La Malmaison."

An unknown author's done "Saint Helena."

The Porte-Saint-Martin's going to produce "Napoleon."

LORD COWLEY.

It's the fashion.

TIBURTIUS.

It's the rage.

GENTZ.

The Ambigu "Murat;" the Cirque "The Emperor."

SANDOR.

A fashion.

BOMBELLES.

Yes, a fashion.

GENTZ.

Yes, a fashion Which will recur from time to time in France.

A LADY.

[_Reading the paper over_ GENTZ'S _shoulder through a long-handled eye-gla.s.s._]

They want to bring his ashes home.

METTERNICH.

The Phoenix May rise again, but not the eagle.

TIBURTIUS.

What An unknown quant.i.ty is France!

METTERNICH.

Oh, no; I've gauged it.

A LADY.

Well, then, mighty prophet, speak!

THE ARCHd.u.c.h.eSS.

His words are graven in bronze.

GENTZ.

Or, maybe, zinc.

LORD COWLEY.

Who will be France's Saviour?

METTERNICH.

Henry the Fifth.

The others--Fashion.

THERESA.

That's a useful name For calling glory by at times.