Nana suddenly disappeared.

It was a fresh plunge, an escapade, a flight into barbarous regions.

Before her departure she had treated herself to a new sensation: she had held a sale and had made a clean sweep of everything--house, furniture, jewelry, nay, even dresses and linen.
Prices were cited--the five days' sale produced more than six hundred thousand francs.

For the last time Paris had seen her in a fairy piece.
It was called Melusine, and it played at the Theatre de la Gaite, which the penniless Bordenave had taken out of sheer audacity.

Here she again found herself in company with Prulliere and Fontan.