But the curtain once down, the clappers tried in vain to obtain a call, while the whole house was already up and making for the doors.
The crowd trampled and jostled, jammed, as it were, between the rows of seats, and in so doing exchanged expressions.

One phrase only went round: "It's idiotic." A critic was saying that it would be one's duty to do a pretty bit of slashing.

The piece, however, mattered very little, for people were talking about Nana before everything else.

Fauchery and La Faloise, being among the earliest to emerge, met Steiner and Mignon in the passage outside the stalls.

In this gaslit gut of a place, which was as narrow and circumscribed as a gallery in a mine, one was well-nigh suffocated.