But notwithstanding this, she was giving way herself.

Fontan attracted her with his comic make-up.

She brushed against him and, eying him as a woman in the family way might do when she fancies some unpleasant kind of food, she suddenly became extremely familiar: "Now then, fill up again, ye great brute!" Fontan charged the glasses afresh, and the company drank, repeating the same toasts.
"To His Highness!" "To the army!" "To Venus!" But with that Nana made a sign and obtained silence.

She raised her glass and cried: "No, no! To Fontan! It's Fontan's day; to Fontan! To Fontan!" Then they clinked glasses a third time and drank Fontan with all the honors.

The prince, who had noticed the young woman devouring the actor with her eyes, saluted him with a "Monsieur Fontan, I drink to your success!" This he said with his customary courtesy.
But meanwhile the tail of his highness's frock coat was sweeping the marble of the dressing table.