Oh, that Nana! They were loading her with flowers! Then when Mme Bron returned she handed a letter to Clarisse, who allowed a smothered oath to escape her.
That beggar La Faloise again! There was a fellow who wouldn't let her alone! And when she learned the gentleman in question was waiting for her at the porter's lodge she shrieked: "Tell him I'm coming down after this act.

I'm going to catch him one on the face." Fontan had rushed forward, shouting: "Madame Bron, just listen.

Please listen, Madame Bron.

I want you to send up six bottles of champagne between the acts." But the callboy had again made his appearance.

He was out of breath, and in a singsong voice he called out: "All to go on the stage! It's your turn, Monsieur Fontan.