The other doors on the women's side, which is on the stage left and the audience's right at the Opera, were all tightly closed.

The stage itself was not dark yet, and the carpenters were putting away the scenery of the last act as methodically as if nothing had happened.
'Do you know her ?' Margaret asked of her companion as they hurried along the passage that leads into the house.
'Barely.

She is a Miss Bamberger, and she was to have been married the day after to-morrow, poor thing--to a millionaire.

I always forget his name, though I've met him several times.' 'Van Torp ?' asked Margaret as they hastened on.
'Yes.

That's it--the Nickel Trust man, you know.' 'Yes,' Margaret answered in a low tone.