At half-past five as usual, eh ?" "Bring me a pot of pomade and a pound of burnt almonds from Boissier's," Nana cried to him across the drawing room just as he was shutting the door after him.
Then the two women, once more alone, recollected that they had not embraced, and they planted big kisses on each other's cheeks.

The notice warmed their hearts.

Nana, who up till now had been half asleep, was again seized with the fever of her triumph.

Dear, dear, 'twas Rose Mignon that would be spending a pleasant morning! Her aunt having been unwilling to go to the theater because, as she averred, sudden emotions ruined her stomach, Nana set herself to describe the events of the evening and grew intoxicated at her own recital, as though all Paris had been shaken to the ground by the applause.

Then suddenly interrupting herself, she asked with a laugh if one would ever have imagined it all when she used to go traipsing about the Rue de la Goutte-d'Or.