On the stage the singer, in a glitter of bare shoulders and diamonds, was bowing low and smiling as she picked up with the help of the tenor – who held her hand – bouquets that had been clumsily flung across the footlights; she went up to a gentleman; with hair shiny with pomatum and parted in the middle, who was stretching his long arms across the footlights to hand her something – and the whole audience in the stalls and in the boxes stirred, leaned forward, shouted and applauded.
Luego ella se acercó a un señor de cabellos peinados a raya y lustrosos de cosmético, que extendía sus largos brazos por encima del borde del escenario brindándole un objeto. El público de palcos y butacas se agitaba, se echaba hacia delante, gritaba, aplaudía.