The talk among Phillipe's acquaintances was focused mainly on upcoming parties. Phillipe listened halfheartedly to their chatter. He liked very few people, and none of whom were in residence tonight, so he participated in the conversation only where he could place well-timed barbs in his quiet voice. Of course no one dared to insult him back in retaliation. Actually, he was having a bit of fun.
In between, he sipped his champagne and puffed his cigar, surveying the room, observing peoples' happiness and desperation with a detached curiosity. At length, he realized that one of the few young women in the saloon looked familiar. After a moment of thought he realized that she was the new actress, and although she looked different dressed as a woman, Phillipe recognized her face and subtle similarities in the way she moved.
Phillipe's cousin Victoria would most certainly not approve of the actress, but Phillipe was intrigued. He interjected, "Excuse me," into the conversation around him and stood up. To the steward who was immediately at his side, he ordered a fresh glass of champagne and that someone bring him that actress.
Satisfied, he returned to his seat and crossed his legs. "Please, continue," he bid his confused acquaintances.