Indeed, his broad back afforded but small attraction.

And if he puffed his pipe fiercely, nobody cared, since the breeze carried the smoke waterward.
After putting the card into her purse, Mademoiselle of the Veil's gaze once more wandered toward the entrance, and this time it grew fixed.
Maurice naturally followed it, and he saw a tall soldier in fatigue dress elbowing his way through the crush.

Many moved aside for him; those in uniform saluted.
"Monsieur," came from behind the veil, "you may go now.

I dismiss you.
If I have need of you I promise to send for you." He stood up.

"I thank you for the entertainment and the promise you extend.