I often go to their house.

The count's with his wife and his father-in-law, the Marquis de Chouard." And with some vanity--for he was happy in his cousin's astonishment--he entered into particulars.

The marquis was a councilor of state; the count had recently been appointed chamberlain to the empress.

Fauchery, who had caught up his opera glass, looked at the countess, a plump brunette with a white skin and fine dark eyes.
"You shall present me to them between the acts," he ended by saying.
"I have already met the count, but I should like to go to them on their Tuesdays." Energetic cries of "Hush" came from the upper galleries.

The overture had begun, but people were still coming in.