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They had been telling her as they came along that six absolutely naked Negroes would serve up Nana's supper, and she now grew anxious about them and asked to see them. Labordette called her a goose and besought her to be silent. "And Bordenave?" asked Fauchery. "Oh, you may imagine how miserable I am," cried Nana; "he won't be able to join us."
Perhaps we shall find Bordenave downstairs. He'll give us information about things." Downstairs in the great marble-paved entrance hall, where the box office was, the public were beginning to show themselves. Through the three open gates might have been observed, passing in, the ardent life of the boulevards, which were all astir and aflare under the fine April night.
She grumbled something to the effect that Madame ought to have come to a decision the first evening. Then following her into the bedroom, she asked what she was going to do with "those two," meaning Bordenave, who was snoring away as usual, and Georges, who had slipped in slyly, buried his head in a pillow and, finally falling asleep there, was now breathing as lightly and regularly as a cherub.
"You bet you know I'm proud of it!" The men clambered up on the landau, and Bordenave narrowly escaped putting his foot on Louiset, whom his mother had forgotten. He took him up with an outburst of paternal grumbling and hoisted him on his shoulder, muttering at the same time: "The poor little brat, he must be in it too! Wait a bit, I'll show you Mamma. Eh? Look at Mummy out there."
"Rose, it's your turn!" shouted Bordenave. "The second act's being begun again." "Off with you then," continued Mignon, "and let me arrange matters." Then he began bantering, despite all his troubles, and was pleased to congratulate Fauchery on his piece. A very strong piece! Only why was his great lady so chaste? It wasn't natural!
That rum old buffer Bordenave, with his leg duly stretched on its chair, was letting his neighbors, Lucy and Rose, wait on him as though he were a sultan. They were entirely taken up with him, and they helped him and pampered him and watched over his glass and his plate, and yet that did not prevent his complaining. "Who's going to cut up my meat for me? I can't; the table's a league away."
Ah well, they would try and do without him, and they were already talking about other matters when a burly voice was heard: "What, eh, what? Is that the way they're going to write my obituary notice?" There was a shout, and all heads were turned round, for it was indeed Bordenave.
"You sit where you like, you know," said Nana. "It's more amusing that way." She remained standing midway down the side of the table. The old gentleman whom nobody knew had placed himself on her right, while she kept Steiner on her left hand. Some guests were already sitting down when the sound of oaths came from the little drawing room. It was Bordenave.
But Bordenave grew annoyed and, indicating with a jerk of his chin the public who filled the entrance hall a herd of men with parched lips and ardent eyes, still burning with the enjoyment of Nana he cried out violently: "Say 'my brothel, you obstinate devil!" At ten o'clock the next morning Nana was still asleep.
M. Bordenave was very pleased; people had already taken seats for a week to come; Madame had no idea of the number of people who had been asking her address since morning. When the man had taken his departure Nana announced that at most she would only be out half an hour. If there were any visitors Zoe would make them wait. As she spoke the electric bell sounded.
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