But she controlled herself and, looking like a marquise who is afraid of treading on an orange peel, fluted in still more silvery tones.
"Eh, what ?" said she.

"You're mad, my dear!" And with that she continued in her graceful affectation while Rose took her departure, followed by Mignon, who now refused to recognize her.
Clarisse was enraptured, having just obtained the part of Geraldine from Bordenave.

Fauchery, on the other hand, was gloomy; he shifted from one foot to the other; he could not decide whether to leave the theater or no.

His piece was bedeviled, and he was seeking how best to save it.

But Nana came up, took him by both hands and, drawing him toward her, asked whether he thought her so very atrocious after all.