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Updated: June 25, 2025
That's the kiss," said Fauchery triumphantly. "Once more; let's have it once more. Now you see, Rose, I've had time to move, and then I give a little cry so: 'Oh, she's given him a kiss. But before I do that, Tardiveau must go up the stage. D'you hear, Fontan? You go up. Come, let's try it again, all together."
But the callboy had again made his appearance. He was out of breath, and in a singsong voice he called out: "All to go on the stage! It's your turn, Monsieur Fontan. Make haste, make haste!" "Yes, yes, I'm going, Father Barillot," replied Fontan in a flurry. And he ran after Mme Bron and continued: "You understand, eh? Six bottles of champagne in the greenroom between the acts.
There was a fellow who wouldn't let her alone! And when she learned the gentleman in question was waiting for her at the porter's lodge she shrieked: "Tell him I'm coming down after this act. I'm going to catch him one on the face." Fontan had rushed forward, shouting: "Madame Bron, just listen. Please listen, Madame Bron. I want you to send up six bottles of champagne between the acts."
Then dragging himself unsteadily along in his greatcoat, he took his departure, grumbling and looking as annoyed as a man who has been rudely disturbed. "You were very amiable in your last notice," continued Fontan, addressing Fauchery. "Only why do you say that comedians are vain?"
"Ah, that's a pretty business," said the aunt, who had divined her meaning. Nana had resigned herself to it for the sake of enjoying peace in her own home. Then, too, the Tricon was to blame. She had come across her in the Rue de Laval one fine day when Fontan had gone out raging about a dish of cod.
The worst of it was that Fontan was now in the habit of disappearing for the whole day and never returning home before midnight, for he was going to cafes and meeting his old friends again. Nana bore with everything. She was tremulous and caressing, her only fear being that she might never see him again if she reproached him.
Fontan, who was not in the present piece or in that which was then being rehearsed, also talked big about the joy of being entirely at liberty and of passing his evenings with his feet on the fender in the society of his little pet. And at this the rest exclaimed delightedly, treating their entertainers as lucky people and pretending to envy their felicity.
At the foot of the stairs he was heard remarking to Fontan in his boozy voice: "I pulverized him, eh?" He was alluding to the prince. In Nana's dressing room none now remained save His Highness, the count and the marquis. Bordenave had withdrawn with Barillot, whom he advised not to knock without first letting Madame know.
Bordenave, in his turn, showed them how to act it about as gracefully as an elephant might have done, while Fauchery sneered and shrugged pityingly. After that Fontan put his word in, and even Bosc made so bold as to give advice. Rose, thoroughly tired out, had ended by sitting down on the chair which indicated the door.
And conversation was about to ensue on this topic when noisy voices were heard at the dressing-room door. Bordenave drew back the slide over a grated peephole of the kind used in convents. Fontan was outside with Prulliere and Bosc, and all three had bottles under their arms and their hands full of glasses.
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