Never had I gone to a theatre so early.

The boxes filled one after another.

Only one remained empty, the stage box.

At the beginning of the third act I heard the door of the box, on which my eyes had been almost constantly fixed, open, and Marguerite appeared.

She came to the front at once, looked around the stalls, saw me, and thanked me with a look.
That night she was marvellously beautiful.