Jupiter in the course of it seemed never to be going to finish assembling the Council of Gods in order to submit thereto the deceived husband's requests.

And still no Nana! Was the management keeping Nana for the fall of the curtain then?
So long a period of expectancy had ended by annoying the public.

Their murmurings began again.
"It's going badly," said Mignon radiantly to Steiner.

"She'll get a pretty reception; you'll see!" At that very moment the clouds at the back of the stage were cloven apart and Venus appeared.

Exceedingly tall, exceedingly strong, for her eighteen years, Nana, in her goddess's white tunic and with her light hair simply flowing unfastened over her shoulders, came down to the footlights with a quiet certainty of movement and a laugh of greeting for the public and struck up her grand ditty: "When Venus roams at eventide." From the second verse onward people looked at each other all over the house.