Sealed Lips — page 62: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

o4 SEALED LIPS. The chair remained empty. Strong in his pre- rogative of intimate friend, the young man attached himself to Godefroid, and did not leave him until they were behind the scenes. There Patrice seated himself in a corner, and waited until Jenny should appear. All the rest had no interest for him. He was much disconcerted at first to see only the singer’s shoulders and to hear her voice so in- distinctly, but he consoled himself in thinking that he should be able to speak to her after the end of the act. While waiting he reveled in her slightest movements. It seemed to him that he heard her voice for the first time, and the applause came to him like the noise of rubbish falling in the distance. When the curtain was lowered the singer re- mained to exchange afew words with Godefroid. but while she was talking with him her eyes were seeking for another person. She soon saw Patrice lying in wait for her, as she must pass that way to go to her dressing-room. She asked him, as she gave him her hand: “Are you enjoying your evening?” He could see her then in all the glory of her beauty and superb costume, and he did not refrain from looking at her. It seemed to him that it was not Jenny Sauval, but acopy of -her that he was looking at, not so young, and with harder features. The paint gave her face a red look, like an angry woman’s. Incapable of disguising his thoughts, O’Farrell replied to the young woman: ~~