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At this Bordenave fell upon Barillot and once more set to work swearing and hammering the boards with his cane. "By God! I said a chair was to be put there to stand for the door, and every day we have to get it done again. Barillot! Where's Barillot? Another of 'em! Why, they're all going!" Nevertheless, Barillot came and planted the chair down in person, mutely weathering the storm as he did so.
I suppose all of you know that two better friends than Bordenave and Quillanet do not exist; neither of them could do without the other, and they have ended by dressing alike, by having the same gestures, the same laugh, the same walk and the same inflections of voice, so that one would think that some close bond united them, and that they had been brought up together from childhood.
But I beg pardon I'm getting beside myself." He ceased speaking, and silence reigned while Muffat sought how to broach his announcement gently. But he failed and, in order to get out of his difficulty the more quickly, ended by an abrupt announcement: "Nana wants the duchess's part." Bordenave gave a start and shouted: "Come now, it's sheer madness!"
"Yes," said Rose Mignon, "his foot caught in a trap door, and he's got a fearful sprain. If only you could hear him swearing, with his leg tied up and laid out on a chair!" Thereupon everybody mourned over Bordenave's absence. No one ever gave a good supper without Bordenave.
No one knew where they had got to, and by way of finish to it all Simonne made a premature entry, under the impression that her cue had been given her, and arrived amid the confusion. This so enraged Bordenave that he whirled his stick round in a terrific manner and caught her a sounding thwack to the rearward. At rehearsal he used frequently to drub his former mistress.
But the loudest din was made by the waiters; they fancied themselves at home in the corridors of their parent restaurant; they jostled one another and served the ices and the dessert to an accompaniment of guttural exclamations. "My children," shouted Bordenave, "you know we're playing tomorrow. Be careful! Not too much champagne!"
Now there was such a din you couldn't hear your neighbor speak, and so the story would get about that you might allow yourself every kind of liberty when you supped at Nana's. Very well then! They should see! She might be tipsy, if you like, but she was still the smartest and most ladylike woman there. "Do tell them to serve the coffee here, duckie," resumed Bordenave.
"Ah, there they are," she murmured with a sigh of relief. Rose Mignon delivered the last sentences of the act. Thereupon Bordenave said that it was necessary to go through the second again before beginning the third.
Meanwhile actors were chatting at the back of the stage while awaiting their cues. Little by little they had raised their voices. "Confound it, will you be silent?" howled Bordenave, raging up and down in his chair. "I can't hear a word. Go outside if you want to talk; WE are at work. Barillot, if there's any more talking I clap on fines all round!" They were silent for a second or two.
"Oh, if that's all the trouble," said Bordenave, "I'll undertake to arrange matters." But presently, seeing them both against him and guessing that Bordenave had some secret interest at stake, the young man thought to avoid aquiescence by redoubling the violence of his refusal. The consultation was on the verge of being broken up. "Oh, dear! No, no!
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