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Updated: June 17, 2025
Behind him walked Count Muffat and the Marquis de Chouard, but this particular corner of the theater being dark, the group were lost to view amid huge moving shadows. In order fittingly to address the son of a queen, who would someday occupy a throne, Bordenave had assumed the tone of a man exhibiting a bear in the street.
He informed her that Bordenave was busy mounting a play of Fauchery's containing a splendid part for her. "What, a play with a part!" she cried in amazement. "But he's in it and he's told me nothing about it!" She did not mention Fontan by name. However, she grew calm again directly and declared that she would never go on the stage again.
The Tricon did business with all the ladies M. le Directeur had met her a score of times without making remarks. And while Bordenave was muttering oaths the Tricon stood quietly by, scrutinizing the prince as became a woman who weighs a man at a glance. A smile lit up her yellow face. Presently she paced slowly off through the crowd of deeply deferential little women.
Bordenave frowned, threw his table napkin down, upset two glasses and staggered out with a red face, swearing and stammering out: "This is rather too much, and the fellow shall find out what going out of the window means, if he will not leave by the door."
People would have to fit in anyhow! The company were all on their feet save Gaga and Rose and Bordenave, who alone took up two armchairs. There was a buzz of voices, people talking in low tones and stifling slight yawns the while. "Now what d'you say, my lass," asked Bordenave, "to our sitting down at table as if nothing had happened? We are all here, don't you think?"
The duchess plays the courtesan in her own house and this disgusts Beaurivage and makes him amend his way. Then there's an awfully funny QUID PRO QUO, when Tardiveau arrives and is under the impression that he's at an opera dancer's house." "And what does Geraldine do in it all?" interrupted Nana. "Geraldine?" repeated Bordenave in some embarrassment.
Mignon was shaking his fists in exasperation, and Steiner, Fontan, Bordenave and the rest were stretching out their arms with looks of anxious reproach, while Daguenet simply stood smoking a cigar with his hands behind his back, so as not to compromise himself. "It's true, dear," said Lucy, leaving the window open; "I promised to make you come down. They're all calling us now."
"I very much hope that all the princes will come and see it," declared Bordenave with his mouth full. "They are expecting the shah of Persia next Sunday," said Lucy Stewart. Whereupon Rose Mignon spoke of the shah's diamonds. He wore a tunic entirely covered with gems; it was a marvel, a flaming star; it represented millions.
He had slipped down low in his armchair and was listening with an air of fatigue. Fauchery was nervous and kept shifting about in his seat. Every few minutes he itched with the desire to interrupt, but he restrained himself. He heard a whispering in the dark and empty house behind him. "Is she there?" he asked, leaning over toward Bordenave. The latter nodded affirmatively.
If he pinched her again under pretense of picking up her napkin, she would throw her glass in his face! Nevertheless, the evening passed off well. The company had naturally begun talking about the Varietes. Wasn't that cad of a Bordenave going to go off the hooks after all? His nasty diseases kept reappearing and causing him such suffering that you couldn't come within six yards of him nowadays.
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