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Updated: June 3, 2025
"No," said Nana, "I'm going to put ten louis on Lusignan and five on Boum." La Faloise burst forth at once: "But, my dear girl, Boum's all rot! Don't choose him! Gasc himself is chucking up backing his own horse. And your Lusignan never! Why, it's all humbug! By Lamb and Princess just think! By Lamb and Princess no, by Jove! All too short in the legs!" He was choking.
On the other side of the table Hector de la Faloise had rushed to get next Gaga, and that despite the calls of Clarisse opposite, while Mignon, who never deserted Steiner, was only separated from him by Blanche and had Tatan Nene on his left.
Allusion was made to well-known stories about the robberies which are winked at on racecourses, but on this occasion the great name of Vandeuvres put a stop to all such accusations, and the skeptics in the end prevailed when they prophesied that Nana would come in last of all. "Who's riding Nana?" queried La Faloise.
"Your theater " he began in dulcet tones. Bordenave interrupted him with a savage phrase, as becomes a man who dotes on frank situations. "Call it my brothel!" At this Fauchery laughed approvingly, while La Faloise stopped with his pretty speech strangled in his throat, feeling very much shocked and striving to appear as though he enjoyed the phrase.
Steiner had just met with Foucarmont and La Faloise, who were drinking a glass of champagne in front of the buffet. "It's beastly smart," said La Faloise as he took a survey of the purple tent, which was supported by gilded lances. "You might fancy yourself at the Gingerbread Fair. That's it the Gingerbread Fair!"
She was the delight of the early years of Louis Philippe. Nowadays she drags her daughter about with her wherever she goes." La Faloise never once glanced at the young girl. The sight of Gaga moved him; his eyes did not leave her again. He still found her very good looking but he dared not say so. Meanwhile the conductor lifted his violin bow and the orchestra attacked the overture.
"Bravo, Nana! Awfully smart, Nana!" cried La Faloise enthusiastically. The tolling of a bell was lost in the wind; the races continued. The Prix d'Ispahan had just been run for and Berlingot, a horse belonging to the Mechain stable, had won.
At the different entrances men were crowding in order to talk to ladies who remained seated. They stood there motionless for a few seconds, craning forward somewhat and displaying the great white bosoms of their shirt fronts. "We count on you next Tuesday," said the countess to La Faloise, and she invited Fauchery, who bowed. Not a word was said of the play; Nana's name was not once mentioned.
He was a practicing Christian and had attacks of faith of such fiery violence that they might be likened to accesses of burning fever. Finally, in order to add a last touch to the picture, La Faloise whispered something in his cousin's ear. "You don't say so!" said the latter. "On my word of honor, they swore it was true! He was still like that when he married."
But Georges drank the glassful, for he feared an argument. Then Nana remembered Louiset, who was sitting forgotten behind her. Maybe he was thirsty, and she forced him to take a drop or two of wine, which made him cough dreadfully. "'Ere y'are, 'ere y'are, gemmen!" La Faloise reiterated. "It don't cost two sous; it don't cost one. We give it away."
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