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The
friends
were
shown
into
a
tiny
box
,
hung
and
carpeted
in
red
,
with
four
chairs
upholstered
in
the
same
color
.
They
seated
themselves
.
To
their
right
and
left
were
similar
boxes
.
On
the
stage
three
men
were
performing
on
trapezes
.
But
Duroy
paid
no
heed
to
them
,
his
eyes
finding
more
to
interest
them
in
the
grand
promenade
.
Forestier
remarked
upon
the
motley
appearance
of
the
throng
,
but
Duroy
did
not
listen
to
him
.
A
woman
,
leaning
her
arms
upon
the
edge
of
her
loge
,
was
staring
at
him
.
She
was
a
tall
,
voluptuous
brunette
,
her
face
whitened
with
enamel
,
her
black
eyes
penciled
,
and
her
lips
painted
.
With
a
movement
of
her
head
,
she
summoned
a
friend
who
was
passing
,
a
blonde
with
auburn
hair
,
likewise
inclined
to
embonpoint
,
and
said
to
her
in
a
whisper
intended
to
be
heard
;
"
There
is
a
nice
fellow
!
"
Forestier
heard
it
,
and
said
to
Duroy
with
a
smile
:
"
You
are
lucky
,
my
dear
boy
.
My
congratulations
!
"
The
ci-devant
soldier
blushed
and
mechanically
fingered
the
two
pieces
of
gold
in
his
pocket
.
The
curtain
fell
--
the
orchestra
played
a
valse
--
and
Duroy
said
:
"
Shall
we
walk
around
the
gallery
?
"
"
If
you
like
.
"
Soon
they
were
carried
along
in
the
current
of
promenaders
.
Duroy
drank
in
with
delight
the
air
,
vitiated
as
it
was
by
tobacco
and
cheap
perfume
,
but
Forestier
perspired
,
panted
,
and
coughed
.
"
Let
us
go
into
the
garden
,
"
he
said
.
Turning
to
the
left
,
they
entered
a
kind
of
covered
garden
in
which
two
large
fountains
were
playing
.
Under
the
yews
,
men
and
women
sat
at
tables
drinking
.
"
Another
glass
of
beer
?
"
asked
Forestier
.
