he crush-room of the opera-house,
amidst the panic of his family, of his suite, of the hurrying doctors.
He must not be moved, they said. He insisted. He refused to die here. He
was set on returning to his Imperial. And, straining the springs of his
energy, he commanded, he drew himself up, with the blood spurting from
his throat; Othomar and the aides supported him....

Outside, in the square, the mob grew in numbers, the panic increased,
riot seethed up from among those black clusters of people. Continual
fights burst out between groups of men, dock-labourers, and the guard in
front of the building, the police. The court-carriages returned empty,
under escort, to the palace.

Other carriages, cabs, tried here and there to force a way through the
people; they were surrounded by cuirassiers, who protected them with
drawn swords. Volumes of curses and abuse spattered up against them,
against the vaguely transparent windows, behind which were patches of
light colours, flashing sparks of jewels. Women's scared eyes peered out
fixedly, askance, without moving.

In the corridors, on the huge, monumental staircase of the opera-house,
people hustled one another, fought to get through; then suddenly all
eyes, staring wide, looked up above: the emperor was passing, bleeding,
panting for breath, surrounded by his kin.... A feeling of awe stopped
the crush for a moment; then they pressed on again.... Ladies fled till
they found themselves behind the scenes, where they mingled their
aristocracy with the bohemianism of the actors and actresses, all mixed
up, confused, amidst the terrified, humming crowd of ballet-girls,
priestesses of Isis. Gratuities were lavished: anything for a carriage,
a cab....

The Duchess of Yemena stood there with her daughters; they were looking
out for their carriage, which they had sent for at least ten times.... A
stage-carpenter shrugged his shoulders indifferently: he did not know
where to get a carriage from.

"I won't wait any longer," said the duchess, shuddering.

The girls clung to her, sobbing hysterically. She obtained a leather bag
from an actress; she hastily took off her jewels, ordered the girls to
do the same. They crammed them into the bag. She slipped a gold coin
into a dresser's hand, asked her to pin up their trains, to pin them
high, asked her to find them some black shoes. Other ladies, waiting and
half-swooning with fright, looked at her, saw her thus, strangely
practical. Sh