We had scarcely opened the door leading into the stalls when we had to stand aside to allow Marguerite and the duke to pass.
I would have given ten years of my life to have been in the old man's place.
When they were on the street he handed her into a phaeton, which he drove himself, and they were whirled away by two superb horses.
We returned to Prudence's box, and when the play was over we took a cab and drove to 7, Rue d'Antin.

At the door, Prudence asked us to come up and see her showrooms, which we had never seen, and of which she seemed very proud.

You can imagine how eagerly I accepted.

It seemed to me as if I was coming nearer and nearer to Marguerite.

I soon turned the conversation in her direction.
"The old duke is at your neighbours," I said to Prudence.
"Oh, no; she is probably alone." "But she must be dreadfully bored," said Gaston.
"We spend most of our evening together, or she calls to me when she comes in.