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Updated: May 29, 2025
But Clifford's set soon attracted a large and enthusiastic audience, who were connoisseurs enough to distinguish a voluntary dancer from a hired one; and when the last thundering chords of Offenbach's "March into Hell" scattered the throng into a delirious waltz, Clifford reeled heavily into the side scenes and sat down, rather unexpectedly, in the lap of Mademoiselle Nitouche, who had crept in there with the Baron Silberstein for a nice, quiet view of a genuine cancan.
And then, from the carriages and fiacres: Mademoiselle Patchouli and good old Monsieur Bonvin, Mademoiselle Nitouche and bad young Monsieur de Sacrebleu, Mademoiselle Moineau and Don Caesar Imberbe; and the pink silk domino of "La Pataude" mais n'importe! Allons, Messieurs, Mesdames, to the cloak room to the foyer!
A thousand faces were turned upward, and people leaned over their boxes, and looked at the party from all parts of the house. Mademoiselle Nitouche turned to Monsieur de Sacrebleu. "What audacity!" she murmured. Mademoiselle Goujon smiled at the Baron Silberstein. "Tiens!" she cried, "the gayety has begun, I hope."
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