"Ah! really now—that was very witty."
"What a pity Mademoiselle *** has such a long neck!"
"And how the lover talks through his nose!"
"Ah! see the two club boxes are crammed."
"They have evidently dined."
"They'll all be turned out as surely as possible."
"Look at D'Orville, pray do; his face is as red as a peony."
"Capital!—he is really talking to the performers."
"Yes, that's so like him; he is such a droll devil. I'll bet money that he's saying all sorts of odd things to them."
"They are trying to make him quiet."