His appearance made quite a stir.

He passed from group to group, urbane, affable, shaking hands right and left; he assumed a set smile of amiability which never left his face the whole evening.
But abruptly there was a veritable sensation.

From out the little crowd that persistently huddled about the doorway came Osterman.

He wore a dress-suit with a white waistcoat and patent leather pumps--what a wonder! A little qualm of excitement spread around the barn.

One exchanged nudges of the elbow with one's neighbour, whispering earnestly behind the hand.