It's all idiotic.

I've come to fetch you." Eve and Camille would not yet have followed him, perhaps, if Duvillard and Fonsegue had not at that moment come out of the former's room.

Having finished their cigars they also spoke of going downstairs.

And Eve had to rise and smile and show dry eyes, while Camille, standing before a looking-glass, arranged her hair, and stanched the little drop of blood that had gathered on her temple.
There was already quite a number of people below, in the three huge saloons adorned with tapestry and plants.

The stalls had been draped with red silk, which set a gay, bright glow around the goods.