Bosc remained grave and absorbed.
"That's all right, but if I were you I should drink the champagne at the restaurant--its better there," he said, suddenly addressing Fontan when he had finished his recital.
"The curtain's up!" cried the callboy in cracked and long-drawn accents "The curtain's up! The curtain's up!" The shout sounded for some moments, during which there had been a noise of rapid footsteps.

Through the suddenly opened door of the passage came a burst of music and a far-off murmur of voices, and then the door shut to again and you could hear its dull thud as it wedged itself into position once more.
A heavy, peaceful, atmosphere again pervaded the greenroom, as though the place were situated a hundred leagues from the house where crowds were applauding.

Simonne and Clarisse were still on the topic of Nana.
There was a girl who never hurried herself! Why, yesterday she had again come on too late! But there was a silence, for a tall damsel had just craned her head in at the door and, seeing that she had made a mistake, had departed to the other end of the passage.

It was Satin.

Wearing a hat and a small veil for the nonce she was affecting the manner of a lady about to pay a call.
"A pretty trollop!" muttered Prulliere, who had been coming across her for a year past at the Cafe des Varietes.