Muffat waited, twirling a teaspoon between his fingers.

Then the countess addressed her husband: "Isn't Monsieur Steiner with that singer at the Varietes, that Nana ?" "Nana, that's the name! A horrible woman!" cried Mme Hugon with growing annoyance.

"And they are expecting her at La Mignotte.

I've heard all about it from the gardener.

Didn't the gardener say they were expecting her this evening, Georges ?" The count gave a little start of astonishment, but Georges replied with much vivacity: "Oh, Mother, the gardener spoke without knowing anything about it.
Directly afterward the coachman said just the opposite.