He was straightening up his tall, old figure.
His face looked soft and white under a broad-brimmed hat, and with his restless eyes he followed the movements of the women who passed.
The moment the countess had given her invitation Fauchery took his leave, feeling that to talk about the play would not be quite the thing.

La Faloise was the last to quit the box.

He had just noticed the fair-haired Labordette, comfortably installed in the Count de Vandeuvres's stage box and chatting at very close quarters with Blanche de Sivry.
"Gad," he said after rejoining his cousin, "that Labordette knows all the girls then! He's with Blanche now." "Doubtless he knows them all," replied Fauchery quietly.

"What d'you want to be taken for, my friend ?" The passage was somewhat cleared of people, and Fauchery was just about to go downstairs when Lucy Stewart called him.

She was quite at the other end of the corridor, at the door of her stage box.