Rapidly she scanned the eyes of her friends in the box.

She rested on the eyes of Lilly, a dark, ugly man.
"Isn't it nasty ?" she said.
"You shouldn't look so closely," he said.

But he took it calmly, easily, whilst she felt floods of burning disgust, a longing to destroy it all.
"Oh-ho-ho!" laughed Julia.

"It's so fu-nny--so funny!" "Of course we are too near," said Robert.
"Say you admire that pink fondant over there," said Struthers, indicating with his eyebrows a blond large woman in white satin with pink edging, who sat in a box opposite, on the upper tier.
"Oh, the fondant--exactly--the fondant! Yes, I admire her immensely! Isn't she exactly IT!" sang Julia.
Josephine was scanning the auditorium.

So many myriads of faces--like beads on a bead-work pattern--all bead-work, in different layers.