"I thought this as well," Hans said, eyes still fixed on the stage and the movements of Benoit-as-Puck. "When I saw the rehearsal, there was another actor in the part. I think maybe he..."
A stout woman in the row behind them tapped Hans sharply on the shoulder with her handbag. "Shhhh!" she hissed, annoyed that he was talking during the play.
"Apologies," Hans said, and returned to silent admiration.