Why, if she chose to be too late she was too late! But he stopped short and murmured in great surprise: "Well, I never! She's ready; here she is! She must know that the prince is here." Indeed, Nana appeared in the corridor.

She was dressed as a fish hag: her arms and face were plastered with white paint, and she had a couple of red dabs under her eyes.

Without entering the greenroom she contented herself by nodding to Mignon and Fauchery.
"How do?
You're all right ?" Only Mignon shook her outstretched hand, and she hied royally on her way, followed by her dresser, who almost trod on her heels while stooping to adjust the folds of her skirt.

In the rear of the dresser came Satin, closing the procession and trying to look quite the lady, though she was already bored to death.
"And Steiner ?" asked Mignon sharply.
"Monsieur Steiner has gone away to the Loiret," said Barillot, preparing to return to the neighborhood of the stage.

"I expect he's gone to buy a country place in those parts." "Ah yes, I know, Nana's country place." Mignon had grown suddenly serious.