_Mon dieu_, there was _une emeute_ in Boulogne that night; and before day 'Amlet has vanish like his own ghost, and I am a robbed man; _voila_." "Very rough on you," said the tutor.

"So there was a ghost among the players ?" "Why no?
It would not be _'Amlet_ without." "Did the ghost stay here too ?" "_Helas_! yes.

He eat, and drink, and sleep, and forgets to pay, like the rest." "What did you lose by him ?" asked Roger, with parched lips.
"Ah, monsieur, I was a Napoleon poorer for every 'Amlet in my house that night." Roger put down two sovereigns on the table.
"That is to pay for the ghost," said he, flushing.

"He was my brother." The landlord stared in blank amazement.
"Your brother! Monsieur le Ghost of _'Amlet_ was--_pardieu_!" exclaimed he, looking hard at his guest, "and he was like you.

It was no fault of his _'Amlet_ did not take the favour, for he play in the first act and make us all laugh.