Nana would fling everyone a laughing smile or an amusing phrase.

The groups of tipplers were drawing near, and all the champagne scattered over the place was moving in her direction.

Soon there was only one noisy crowd, and that was round her landau, where she queened it among outstretched glasses, her yellow hair floating on the breeze and her snowy face bathed in the sunshine.

Then by way of a finishing touch and to make the other women, who were mad at her triumph, simply perish of envy, she lifted a brimming glass on high and assumed her old pose as Venus Victrix.
But somebody touched her shoulder, and she was surprised, on turning round, to see Mignon on the seat.

She vanished from view an instant and sat herself down beside him, for he had come to communicate a matter of importance.