They were getting cooked in there, she said, and she took up the whole corridor in company with Caroline Hequet and her mother, all three nibbling burnt almonds.

A box opener was chatting maternally with them.

Lucy fell out with the journalist.

He was a pretty fellow; to be sure! He went up to see other women and didn't even come and ask if they were thirsty! Then, changing the subject: "You know, dear boy, I think Nana very nice." She wanted him to stay in the stage box for the last act, but he made his escape, promising to catch them at the door afterward.

Downstairs in front of the theater Fauchery and La Faloise lit cigarettes.