Rose was in a gray silk gown trimmed with red knots and with puffs; she was smiling happily at the joyous behavior of Henri and Charles, who sat on the front seat, looking awkward in their ill-fitting collegians' tunics.

But when the landau had drawn up by the rails and she perceived Nana sitting in triumph among her bouquets, with her four horses and her liveries, she pursed up her lips, sat bolt upright and turned her head away.

Mignon, on the other hand, looking the picture of freshness and gaiety, waved her a salutation.

He made it a matter of principle to keep out of feminine disagreements.
"By the by," Nana resumed, "d'you know a little old man who's very clean and neat and has bad teeth--a Monsieur Venot?
He came to see me this morning." "Monsieur Venot ?" said Georges in great astonishment.

"It's impossible! Why, the man's a Jesuit!" "Precisely; I spotted that.