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Updated: June 16, 2025
She was dressed as a fish hag: her arms and face were plastered with white paint, and she had a couple of red dabs under her eyes. Without entering the greenroom she contented herself by nodding to Mignon and Fauchery. "How do? You're all right?"
Gaga opened the door in astonishment and disappeared for a moment. When she returned: "My dear," she said, "it's Fauchery. He's out there at the end of the corridor. He won't come any further, and he's beside himself because you still stay near that body." Mignon had at last succeeded in urging the journalist upstairs.
He protested vaguely and at last was able to get out a phrase. "Oh, I don't care a jot for Rose; I'll give her up at once." Nana seemed satisfied on this point. She continued: "Well then, what's bothering you? Bordenave's master here. You'll tell me there's Fauchery after Bordenave " She had sunk her voice, for she was coming to the delicate part of the matter.
She was with a serious-looking gentleman, a chief clerk at the office of the Ministry of the Interior, whom La Faloise knew, having met him at the Muffats'. As to Fauchery, he was under the impression that her name was Madame Robert, a lady of honorable repute who had a lover, only one, and that always a person of respectability. But they had to turn round, for Daguenet was smiling at them.
He so annoyed Nana that she ended by beating him. Meanwhile Fauchery had returned, his cousin having brought him. Poor Fauchery had now set up housekeeping. After having thrown over the countess he had fallen into Rose's hands, and she treated him as a lawful wife would have done. Mignon was simply Madame's major-domo.
He had just noticed the fair-haired Labordette, comfortably installed in the Count de Vandeuvres's stage box and chatting at very close quarters with Blanche de Sivry. "Gad," he said after rejoining his cousin, "that Labordette knows all the girls then! He's with Blanche now." "Doubtless he knows them all," replied Fauchery quietly. "What d'you want to be taken for, my friend?"
And this is the reason, now that Fauchery is no longer of this world, that it seems to me that the time has come for me to relate my first interview. There is none of which I am more proud.
And she mentioned Nana. Vandeuvres affected the liveliest astonishment. "Well, that is strange! Nana's property near here!" Fauchery and Daguenet indulged in a similar demonstration while the Marquis de Chouard discussed the breast of a chicken without appearing to comprehend their meaning. Not one of the men had smiled.
She's going to kiss you!" But Clarisse was disgusted by the men. She spoke in violent terms of the dirty lot waiting at the porter's lodge down below. Besides, she was in a hurry to go downstairs again; they were making her miss her last scene. Then as Fauchery blocked up the doorway, she gave Muffat a couple of kisses on the whiskers, remarking as she did so: "It's not for you, at any rate!
Down on the pavement they were blinded by the broad daylight and stood blinking their eyes in a dazed sort of way, as became people who had passed three hours squabbling with tight-strung nerves in the depths of a cellar. The count, with racked limbs and vacant brain, got into a conveyance with Nana, while Labordette took Fauchery off and comforted him.
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