"Do look, Barillot.

I bet they've just opened a window.

Why, one might catch one's death of cold here!" Barillot swore that he had closed every window himself but suggested that possibly there were broken panes about.

The actors were always complaining of drafts.

Through the heavy warmth of that gaslit region blasts of cold air were constantly passing--it was a regular influenza trap, as Fontan phrased it.
"I should like to see YOU in a low-cut dress," continued Nana, growing annoyed.
"Hush!" murmured Bordenave.
On the stage Rose rendered a phrase in her duet so cleverly that the stalls burst into universal applause.