Bordenave, in order to save His Highness going about by the Passage des Panoramas, had made them open the corridor which led from the porter's lodge to the entrance hall of the theater.

Along this narrow alley little women were racing pell-mell, for they were delighted to escape from the men who were waiting for them in the other passage.
They went jostling and elbowing along, casting apprehensive glances behind them and only breathing freely when they got outside.

Fontan, Bosc and Prulliere, on the other hand, retired at a leisurely pace, joking at the figure cut by the serious, paying admirers who were striding up and down the Galerie des Varietes at a time when the little dears were escaping along the boulevard with the men of their hearts.
But Clarisse was especially sly.

She had her suspicions about La Faloise, and, as a matter of fact, he was still in his place in the lodge among the gentlemen obstinately waiting on Mme Bron's chairs.

They all stretched forward, and with that she passed brazenly by in the wake of a friend.