His neighbour was never still for a single moment.

Now he would shift in his chair, now with his hand he would beat time on the red velvet balustrade in front of him, and a stream of whispered appreciation and criticism flowed from him.
"They are taking the opening scene a little too slow," he said.

"I shall call the director's attention to that.

But that crescendo is well done; yes, that is most effective.

The shawl--observe the beautiful lines into which the shawl falls as she waves it.