And he waited on them.
"Rose, it's your turn!" shouted Bordenave.

"The second act's being begun again." "Off with you then," continued Mignon, "and let me arrange matters." Then he began bantering, despite all his troubles, and was pleased to congratulate Fauchery on his piece.

A very strong piece! Only why was his great lady so chaste?
It wasn't natural! With that he sneered and asked who had sat for the portrait of the Duke of Beaurivage, Geraldine's wornout roue.

Fauchery smiled; he was far from annoyed.

But Bordenave glanced in Muffat's direction and looked vexed, and Mignon was struck at this and became serious again.
"Let's begin, for God's sake!" yelled the manager.