Book 3, Chapter 32: The Red Lily

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​​​​​⁠It was Friday, at the opera. The curtain had fallen on Faust’s laboratory. From the orchestra, opera-glasses were raised in a surveying of the gold and purple theatre. The sombre drapery of the boxes framed the dazzling heads and bare shoulders of women. The amphitheatre bent above the parquette its garland of diamonds, hair, gauze, and satin. In the proscenium boxes were the wife of the Austrian