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I suppose Zerlina reminds you of me." "I will go to the foyer for a few moments," said the marquis, "and give you a chance to say that the commander the man of stone resembles me." And he passed out of the box. The little marquise stared an instant at the velvet ledge of the balcony, and then murmured, "Not a man of stone, a man of wood." Newman had taken her husband's empty chair.
One of his business associates in Paris, rendered impatient by the failure of the great man to return as quickly as he had promised, arrived in England by the afternoon service from the Gare du Nord, and was actually standing in the foyer of the hotel when Vanrenen entered with the others.
That seemed, now one came face to face with the fear, rather ominous. But no one sprang up. No one wanted to know if she were Miss Grayle; and this, although she was ten minutes late. Her instructions as to what to do at the Savoy were clear. If she were not met in the foyer, she was to go into the restaurant and ask for a table reserved for Mr. N. Smith.
They think I must be French, and they're sure I'm not respectable. 'That is evidently a great compliment, he smiled. At that moment Arbuthnot came up to them in his eager way and seized their arms. 'Come along. We're waiting for you. I'll just introduce you all round, and then we'll go in to supper. They walked down the steps into the foyer, and he led them to a group of people.
The tears had dried around her mouth. Presently she pinned up the lacy train about her, opened a cupboard door and slid into a dark, full-length coat, pinned on a hat with a feather that dropped over one side as if limp with wet, dabbed at her face with a pink powder-chamois and, wheezing ever so slightly, went out, tweaking off two of the three electric lights after her down two flights of stairs through a quiet foyer and out into the fluid warmth of late October.
"Why, we're all out in the foyer Mother's here, chaperoning away like mad, and nearly all the others! And" she whisked a little gold watch into sight "my dears, it's twenty minutes to four!" Every one exclaimed, as they rushed out. Julia, unaccountably nervous, wished she were well out of this affair, and wondered what she ought to do.
As to the bowl and the lance, no one knows what became of them, but some say that Bryak the sorcerer managed to steal them again, and that any one who wishes to possess them must seek them as Peronnik did. From 'Le Foyer Breton, par Emile Souvestre. THERE was to be a great battle between all the creatures of the earth and the birds of the air.
And, as they were early, they halted in the immense and handsome, though old-fashioned, foyer to observe the crowd. The air was heavy with perfume. "Look at that haughty dame with a hundred-thousand dollar necklace," he smiled. "One would have thought her father was at least a king. Forty years ago he drove a dray.... And that one with the ermine coat and priceless tiara.
No actor, no dancer however brazen, would have indulged in the mildest practical joke at the expense of either Pons or Schmucke. Pons very occasionally put in an appearance in the foyer; but all that Schmucke knew of the theatre was the underground passage from the street door to the orchestra.
"Wait a minute," said Drouet, holding her back in the showy foyer where ladies and gentlemen were moving in a social crush, skirts rustling, lace-covered heads nodding, white teeth showing through parted lips. "Let's see." "Sixty-seven," the coach-caller was saying, his voice lifted in a sort of euphonious cry. "Sixty-seven." "Isn't it fine?" said Carrie. "Great," said Drouet.
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