The sob of the saxophone came through the window near by, the froufrou of the dancers made a soft susurration faintly audible.

Nothing so tear-compelling as the final act of Froufrou had been seen on the stage for half a century or more.

The death of Froufrou was a watery sight, and for any chance to weep we are many of us grateful.

The performance only began at three, and finished at half-past six o'clock; we started again at eight with Froufrou.