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From a literary or artistic point of view, the entertainment provided for the patrons of the Colidrome was absolutely negligible. It was a poor story, without wit or point, and intended obviously merely to show off the amazing charms of the leading actress. With this the audience were fain to be content, and, indeed, they had come for no other purpose. They saw one of the most beautiful women in the world attired in various achievements of the modiste's art, more especially a daring creation in vivid red, which brought rounds of applause from the shallow-pated spectators.
It was shortly after ten o'clock when Cleopatra literally fought her way through a double row of open-mouthed admirers and climbed into a car, which was, in itself, an advertisement. The chauffeur wheeled round in front of the great building itself and there picked up Zambra, who was waiting patiently on the pavement for the heroine of the evening.