That's why she's looking so grand, of course! You know she's afraid of him and that she passes herself off as an actress.

Poor young man, I pity him all the same! He seems quite unsuspicious." "Bah," muttered Philippe, laughing, "she'll be able to find him an heiress in the country when she likes." Nana was silent, for she had just noticed the Tricon amid the thick of the carriages.

Having arrived in a cab, whence she could not see anything, the Tricon had quietly mounted the coach box.

And there, straightening up her tall figure, with her noble face enshrined in its long curls, she dominated the crowd as though enthroned amid her feminine subjects.

All the latter smiled discreetly at her while she, in her superiority, pretended not to know them.