She thought them fearfully dressed up, and such guys! There was a rumor that the empress was entering the little central stand, a pavilion built like a chalet, with a wide balcony furnished with red armchairs.
"Why, there he is!" said Georges.

"I didn't think he was on duty this week." The stiff and solemn form of the Count Muffat had appeared behind the empress.

Thereupon the young men jested and were sorry that Satin wasn't there to go and dig him in the ribs.

But Nana's field glass focused the head of the Prince of Scots in the imperial stand.
"Gracious, it's Charles!" she cried.
She thought him stouter than formerly.

In eighteen months he had broadened, and with that she entered into particulars.