This person was looking round the house, and her fan was moving to and fro with the most practiced grace; when she lowered it, Newman perceived a pair of plump white shoulders and the edge of a rose-colored dress.

Beside her, very close to the shoulders and talking, apparently with an earnestness which it pleased her scantily to heed, sat a young man with a red face and a very low shirt-collar.

A moment's gazing left Newman with no doubts; the pretty young woman was Noemie Nioche.

He looked hard into the depths of the box, thinking her father might perhaps be in attendance, but from what he could see the young man's eloquence had no other auditor.
Newman at last made his way out, and in doing so he passed beneath the baignoire of Mademoiselle Noemie.

She saw him as he approached and gave him a nod and smile which seemed meant as an assurance that she was still a good-natured girl, in spite of her enviable rise in the world.
Newman passed into the foyer and walked through it.