Scattered over the whole sleeping street and rousing the stillness of
the night with our lusty, excited voices, we walked home. A companion
said to me:
“You have had a colossal success. I never saw people laugh so—— Halloa!
what are you up to? Why are you tearing your mask? I say, you fellows,
he’s gone mad! Look, he’s tearing his costume to pieces! By Jove! he’s
actually crying.”