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Updated: June 17, 2025
And at this Simonne told them how Nana had recognized in Satin an old schoolmate, had taken a vast fancy to her and was now plaguing Bordenave to let her make a first appearance on the stage. "How d'ye do?" said Fontan, shaking hands with Mignon and Fauchery, who now came into the room. Old Bosc himself gave them the tips of his fingers while the two women kissed Mignon.
With that he sneered and asked who had sat for the portrait of the Duke of Beaurivage, Geraldine's wornout roue. Fauchery smiled; he was far from annoyed. But Bordenave glanced in Muffat's direction and looked vexed, and Mignon was struck at this and became serious again. "Let's begin, for God's sake!" yelled the manager. "Now then, Barillot! Eh? What? Isn't Bosc there?
In the streets outside there was a frost under a November sky. "And there's no fire in the greenroom!" said Simonne. "It's disgusting; he IS just becoming a skinflint! I want to be off; I don't want to get seedy." "Silence, I say!" Bordenave once more thundered. Then for a minute or so a confused murmur alone was audible as the actors went on repeating their parts.
The young woman halted and lowered her voice as she said with a smile: "All right then by and by!" The prince returned to the stage, where Bordenave was awaiting him. And left alone with Nana, Muffat gave way to an impulse of anger and desire.
Bartholinus speaks of a three-headed monster who after birth gave vent to horrible cries and expired. Borellus speaks of a three-headed dog, a veritable Cerberus. Blasius published an essay on triple monsters in 1677. Bordenave is quoted as mentioning a human monster formed of three fetuses, but his description proves clearly that it was only the union of two.
At the door of the dressing room he stood amazed when he caught sight of the three actors still clad in the costumes which they had worn in the second act. "Gentlemen, gentlemen," he stammered, "do please make haste. They've just rung the bell in the public foyer." "Bah, the public will have to wait!" said Bordenave placidly.
Bordenave was simply ravished by the dramatic aspects of the scene and began dreaming of the receipts which would have accrued had His Highness only consented thus to appear in the second act of the Blonde Venus. "I say, shall we have our little women down?" he cried, becoming familiar. Nana would not hear of it. But notwithstanding this, she was giving way herself.
After the third representation of the Petite Duchesse she had quitted the theater, leaving Bordenave to struggle on against a bankruptcy which, despite the count's money, was imminent. Nevertheless, she was still bitter about her failure. It added to that other bitterness, the lesson Fontan had given her, a shameful lesson for which she held all men responsible.
Only the old gentleman sitting forgotten next to Nana retained his stately demeanor and, still smiling in his tired, silent way, watched with lackluster eyes the untoward finish of the dessert. "What do you say to our taking coffee in here, duckie?" said Bordenave. "We're very comfortable." Nana did not give an immediate reply.
A sceneshifter had even stopped Fauchery's hat just when the devilish thing was going to bound onto the stage in the middle of the struggle. Meanwhile Vulcan, who had been gagging away to amuse the audience, gave Rose her cue a second time. But she stood motionless, still gazing at the two men. "Oh, don't look at THEM!" Bordenave furiously whispered to her. "Go on the stage; go on, do!
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