Every few seconds, however, a waiter with an armful of dishes found his passage barred and disturbed them.

But they did not cease their talk for that; on the contrary, they stood close up to the walls and, amid the uproar of the supper party and the jostlings of the waiters, chatted as quietly as if they were by their own firesides.
"Just look at that," whispered the young man, pointing to the door of the private room through which Muffat had vanished.
Both looked.

The door was quivering slightly; a breath of air seemed to be disturbing it, and at last, very, very slowly and without the least sound, it was shut to.

They exchanged a silent chuckle.

The count must be looking charmingly happy all alone in there! "By the by," she asked, "have you read Fauchery's article about me ?" "Yes, 'The Golden Fly,'" replied Daguenet; "I didn't mention it to you as I was afraid of paining you." "Paining me--why?
His article's a very long one." She was flattered to think that the Figaro should concern itself about her person.