Just then Nana arrived, still wearing her blue-and-white racecourse costume, and amid a thunder of applause the shallot was presented to her.

People caught hold of her in her own despite, and three gentlemen bore her triumphantly into the garden, across ruined grassplots and ravaged masses of greenery.

As the bandstand presented an obstacle to her advance, it was taken by storm, and chairs and music stands were smashed.

A paternal police organized the disorder.
It was only on Tuesday that Nana recovered from the excitements of victory.

That morning she was chatting with Mme Lerat, the old lady having come in to bring her news of Louiset, whom the open air had upset.