"You know the Marquis de Chouard, at whose place I went to sing?
Well, he's in the house too.

I noticed him at the back of a box.

There's an old boy for you!" Prulliere, who had just put on his huge plume of feathers, turned round and called her.
"Hi, Rose! Let's go now!" She ran after him, leaving her sentence unfinished.

At that moment Mme Bron, the portress of the theater, passed by the door with an immense bouquet in her arms.

Simonne asked cheerfully if it was for her, but the porter woman did not vouchsafe an answer and only pointed her chin toward Nana's dressing room at the end of the passage.