And on the stage the ballet whirled its kaleidoscope of snow-white, salmon-pink, and emerald-green and violet and seemed suddenly to freeze into a stilly spangled pyramid.

Applause broke out, and it was over! Maroon curtains had cut it off.

The semi-circle of men and women round the barrier broke up, the young woman's arm pressed his.
A little way off disturbance seemed centring round a man with a pink carnation; Val stole another glance at the young woman, who was looking towards it.

Three men, unsteady, emerged, walking arm in arm.

The one in the centre wore the pink carnation, a white waistcoat, a dark moustache; he reeled a little as he walked.