It was literary, and for once the style found acceptance.
Constantin Marc as yet knew no one in Paris.

He had invited to the theatre three or four landed proprietors from the Vivarais, who sat blushing in the stalls in their white ties, rolled their round eyes, and did not dare to applaud.

As he had no friends nobody dreamt of spoiling his success.

And even in the corridors there were those who set his talent above that of other dramatists.

Greatly excited, nevertheless, he wandered from dressing-room to dressing-room or collapsed into a chair at the back of the director's stage-box.