They stopped a moment at the foot of the stairs on the right of the house, protected by the final curve of the balusters.
The audience from the cheap places were coming down the steps with a continuous tramp of heavy boots; a stream of black dress coats was passing, while an attendant was making every possible effort to protect a chair, on which she had piled up coats and cloaks, from the onward pushing of the crowd.
"Surely I know her," cried Steiner, the moment he perceived Fauchery.
"I'm certain I've seen her somewhere--at the casino, I imagine, and she got herself taken up there--she was so drunk." "As for me," said the journalist, "I don't quite know where it was.

I am like you; I certainly have come across her." He lowered his voice and asked, laughing: "At the Tricons', perhaps." "Egad, it was in a dirty place," Mignon declared.

He seemed exasperated.
"It's disgusting that the public give such a reception to the first trollop that comes by.

There'll soon be no more decent women on the stage.

Yes, I shall end by forbidding Rose to play." Fauchery could not restrain a smile.