"I've no seat, you know!" she cried.
Duthil fancied that it was a question of finding her a well-placed chair in the church.

"You mustn't count on me," he answered.

"I've just had no end of trouble in stowing the Duchess de Boisemont away with her two daughters." "Oh, but I'm talking of this evening's performance.

Come, my dear Duthil, you really must find me a little corner in somebody's box.

I shall die, I know I shall, if I can't applaud our delicious, our incomparable friend!" Ever since setting Silviane down at her door on the previous day, Rosemonde had been overflowing with admiration for her.
"Oh! you won't find a single remaining seat, madame," declared Chaigneux, putting on an air of importance.