Wasn't that cad of a Bordenave going to go off the hooks after all?
His nasty diseases kept reappearing and causing him such suffering that you couldn't come within six yards of him nowadays.

The day before during rehearsal he had been incessantly yelling at Simonne.

There was a fellow whom the theatrical people wouldn't shed many tears over.

Nana announced that if he were to ask her to take another part she would jolly well send him to the rightabout.
Moreover, she began talking of leaving the stage; the theater was not to compare with her home.

Fontan, who was not in the present piece or in that which was then being rehearsed, also talked big about the joy of being entirely at liberty and of passing his evenings with his feet on the fender in the society of his little pet.