"Nana! Nana! Nana!" The cry rose heavenward in the glorious sunlight, whose golden rain beat fiercely on the dizzy heads of the multitude.
Then Nana, looming large on the seat of her landau, fancied that it was she whom they were applauding.

For a moment or two she had stood devoid of motion, stupefied by her triumph, gazing at the course as it was invaded by so dense a flood of people that the turf became invisible beneath the sea of black hats.

By and by, when this crowd had become somewhat less disorderly and a lane had been formed as far as the exit and Nana was again applauded as she went off with Price hanging lifelessly and vacantly over her neck, she smacked her thigh energetically, lost all self-possession, triumphed in crude phrases: "Oh, by God, it's me; it's me.

Oh, by God, what luck!" And, scarce knowing how to give expression to her overwhelming joy, she hugged and kissed Louiset, whom she now discovered high in the air on Bordenave's shoulder.
"Three minutes and fourteen seconds," said the latter as he put his watch back in his pocket.
Nana kept hearing her name; the whole plain was echoing it back to her.

Her people were applauding her while she towered above them in the sunlight, in the splendor of her starry hair and white-and-sky-blue dress.