The house with its white and gold, relieved by soft green tones, lay only half disclosed to view, as though full of a fine dust shed from the little jets of flame in the great glass luster.
"Did you get your stage box for Lucy ?" asked Hector.
"Yes," replied his companion, "but I had some trouble to get it.

Oh, there's no danger of Lucy coming too early!" He stifled a slight yawn; then after a pause: "You're in luck's way, you are, since you haven't been at a first night before.

The Blonde Venus will be the event of the year.

People have been talking about it for six months.

Oh, such music, my dear boy! Such a sly dog, Bordenave! He knows his business and has kept this for the exhibition season." Hector was religiously attentive.