I took up my place just inside, close to one of the pillars, and, with an unlit cigarette still inmy mouth, watched the flying chausseurs, the medley of vehicles outside, the soft flow ofwomen in their white opera cloaks and jewels, who with their escorts came streamingdown the stairs and out of the great building, to enter the waiting carriages and motor-carsdrawn up in the privileged space within the enclosure, or stretching right down into theBoulevard. I stood there, watching them drive off one by one. I was borne a little nearer tothe door by the rush of people, and I was able, in most cases, to hear the directions of themen as they followed their womankind into the waiting vehicles. In nearly every case theirdestination was one of the famous restaurants. Music begets hunger in most capitals, andthe caf s of Paris are never so full as after a great night at the Opera. To-night there hadbeen a wonderful performance. The flow of people down the stairs seemed interminable.Young women and old, -sleepy-looking beauties of the Southern type, whose dark eyesseemed half closed with a languor partly passionate, partly of pride; women of the truerFrench type, -brilliant, smiling, vivacious, mostly pale, seldom good-looking, alwaysattractive. A few Germans, a fair sprinkling of Englishwomen, and a larger proportion stillof Americans, whose women were the best dressed of the whole company. I was not sorrythat I had returned. It was worth watching, this endless stream of varying types.
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