Mignon shrugged his shoulders, reminding Steiner that Rose was awaiting him in order to show him the costume she was about to wear in the first act.
"By Jove! There's Lucy out there, getting down from her carriage," said La Faloise to Fauchery.
It was, in fact, Lucy Stewart, a plain little woman, some forty years old, with a disproportionately long neck, a thin, drawn face, a heavy mouth, but withal of such brightness, such graciousness of manner, that she was really very charming.

She was bringing with her Caroline Hequet and her mother--Caroline a woman of a cold type of beauty, the mother a person of a most worthy demeanor, who looked as if she were stuffed with straw.
"You're coming with us?
I've kept a place for you," she said to Fauchery.

"Oh, decidedly not! To see nothing!" he made answer.

"I've a stall; I prefer being in the stalls." Lucy grew nettled.

Did he not dare show himself in her company?
Then, suddenly restraining herself and skipping to another topic: "Why haven't you told me that you knew Nana ?" "Nana! I've never set eyes on her." "Honor bright?
I've been told that you've been to bed with her." But Mignon, coming in front of them, his finger to his lips, made them a sign to be silent.