Frances went with the others.

Before the curtain rose there was a startled movement among them, a whisper, and then Clara turned to Mrs.Waldeaux.
"Frances, Lisa is coming into the opposite box," she said.

"She is really a beautiful woman in that decollete gown, and her cheeks flushed, and her eyes---- I had no idea! She is superb!" Two men in the dress of French officers entered the box with Lisa.
They seated her, bending over her with an empressement which, to Mrs.
Waldeaux's heated fancy, was insulting.

George came last, carrying his wife's cloak, which he placed upon a chair.

One of the men tossed his cape to him, with a familiar nod, and George laid it aside and sat down at the back of the box.
His mother leaned forward, watching.