Chap.

  1        1|          that big damsel’s advent. Rose Mignon, his star, a comic
  2        1|          Steiner’s getting sick of Rose; that’s why the husband
  3        1|             reminding Steiner that Rose was awaiting him in order
  4        1|         them in blue, the other in rose–pink, they stood blocking
  5        1|      latter not having been to see Rose’s costume. At the very first
  6        1|   applauded furiously. The curtain rose.~“By George!” exclaimed
  7        1|    movement ran through the house; Rose Mignon had just come on
  8        1|            shall end by forbidding Rose to play.”~Fauchery could
  9        1|        whole house. On her account Rose Mignon was forgotten, though
 10        1|       fired, and a glow of passion rose upward, upward, from gallery
 11        1|              Thereupon the curtain rose again; the artistes reappeared
 12        1|        middle of the line Nana and Rose Mignon stood side by side,
 13        1|          had helped him to deceive Rose and then, the caprice being
 14        1|       There was applause; Nana and Rose Mignon bowed, while Prulliere
 15        2|         triumph. Dear, dear, ‘twas Rose Mignon that would be spending
 16        2|           he getting ready to give Rose Mignon the go–by? Zoe shook
 17        2|      gentleman away from her rival Rose Mignon—a man, moreover,
 18        3|         piece, which had shades of rose–colored lace, cast a feeble
 19        4|           then went briskly toward Rose Mignon, with whom she at
 20        4|       charmed, I assure you,” said Rose with equal amiability.~“
 21        4|          Mignon had come in behind Rose. The banker turned back
 22        4|        Nana fraternally and forced Rose to do so also. Did they
 23        4|         latter was disconcerted by Rose’s clear gaze and contented
 24        4|           She smiled and looked at Rose, the husband and the banker
 25        4|           to join us.”~“Yes,” said Rose Mignon, “his foot caught
 26        4|           his assistance. Nana and Rose Mignon rolled up an armchair,
 27        4|           their feet save Gaga and Rose and Bordenave, who alone
 28        4|          your tender care!”~He had Rose Mignon on his right and
 29        4|         Clarisse; Fauchery between Rose Mignon and Caroline Hequet.
 30        4|         did just pass a day!” said Rose Mignon in her turn. “Just
 31        4|   seriously as grown men, devoured Rose with their eyes and asked
 32        4|  administering the money gained by Rose at the theater and elsewhere
 33        4|         Nana. But for some minutes Rose and Fauchery, who were talking
 34        4|         getting on his nerves. Was Rose going to waste time over
 35        4|            his neighbors, Lucy and Rose, wait on him as though he
 36        4|          Every few seconds Simonne rose and took up a position behind
 37        4|            his mouth for him while Rose and Lucy were changing his
 38        4|            Lucy Stewart. Whereupon Rose Mignon spoke of the shah’
 39        4|         You remember: Jonquier was Rose’s man, but he was sweet
 40        4|        back arm in arm with him to Rose, as if he were a husband
 41        4|          He leaned forward and saw Rose growing exceedingly amorous
 42        4|           fury. “Good gracious, if Rose is wanting Leon I give him
 43        4|            made the same way. Why, Rose cried with rage when she
 44        4|         but Bordenave, deserted by Rose and by Lucy, grew angry
 45        4|           consumptive flush, while Rose Mignon with moist eyelids
 46        4|            and the banker’s offers rose with every kittenish movement
 47        4|          against Labordette, while Rose, Caroline and the others
 48        4|         these days, Auguste?” said Rose Mignon.~Mignon, who was
 49        4|            with his severe glance. Rose was out of her senses. As
 50        4|           blame if you chuck her?”~Rose turned round. She was very
 51        4|       resumed.~“It’s that cat of a Rose who’s got the plot up! I’
 52        4|           the plot up! I’m certain Rose’ll have stopped that respectable
 53        4|       almost throwing herself into Rose’s arms. “Come and see it.”~
 54        4|            and so while talking to Rose she kept a sharp eye on
 55        4|         were bored to distraction. Rose Mignon had refused to sing
 56        4|      assist at some pretty scenes. Rose pouted as if her womanly
 57        4|        strolling actress.” At this Rose turned round immediately
 58        5|    toasting her legs in their warm rose–colored tights in front
 59        5|          order not to quarrel with Rose’s husband.~“Aha, my buck,
 60        5|            showed the others where Rose Mignon was standing on the
 61        5|        threshold of the greenroom. Rose had witnessed the scene,
 62        5|           assurely have to pay for Rose’s bravado.~In the passage
 63        5|            law, eh, Auguste?” said Rose, addressing her remark to
 64        5|         round and called her.~“Hi, Rose! Let’s go now!”~She ran
 65        5|           Steiner! He had promised Rose a fine house in the old
 66        5|             To make matters worse, Rose Mignon arrived out of breath
 67        5|            giving her the cue, but Rose stood rooted to the ground,
 68        5|           amuse the audience, gave Rose her cue a second time. But
 69        5|           a push from the manager, Rose stepped over the prostrate
 70        5|          and O.P. side or I forbid Rose to bring you here at all.”~
 71        5|            Bordenave.~On the stage Rose rendered a phrase in her
 72        5|          bouquets. A single fallen rose was withering on the floor
 73        5|        explanations, and with that Rose Mignon carried the journalist
 74        6|            been hung with delicate rose–colored Louis XVI cretonne
 75        6|           and when the young woman rose to her feet again she was
 76        6|         strung elegance.~When they rose from the table Daguenet
 77        6|            holidays granted him by Rose, who just then was extremely
 78        6|          each other the news about Rose. She was perfectly well
 79        6|         quiet way. When the guests rose from table he took the count’
 80        6|           and greatly courted Nana rose up before her.~The household
 81        7|           know them.”~At that Nana rose to her knees.~“I don’t know
 82        7|           the place. After that he rose to his feet with the help
 83        8|       easiest kind.~“Ah, he’s with Rose now,” she said. “Well then,
 84        8|   continued. “A pretty Johnnie for Rose to go and treat herself
 85        8|         But when he told her about Rose, who was triumphantly enjoying
 86        9|        Prulliere were listening to Rose Mignon, to whom the manager
 87        9|          that he was Saint–Firmin! Rose, who was playing the Duchess
 88        9|         and again referred to what Rose had been telling them:~“
 89        9|            return.~Just about then Rose, as the little duchess who
 90        9|          to the play and devouring Rose with her eyes. Turning toward
 91        9|         the duchess. And then you, Rose, must change your position
 92        9|            once more. Now you see, Rose, I’ve had time to move,
 93        9|         Fontan, mustn’t move. You, Rose, must make your little movement,
 94        9|            bold as to give advice. Rose, thoroughly tired out, had
 95        9|        puffed himself alongside of Rose in order to get his Landes
 96        9|    murmured with a sigh of relief.~Rose Mignon delivered the last
 97        9|          and went up to the count, Rose Mignon, whose suspicions
 98        9|            And he waited on them.~“Rose, it’s your turn!” shouted
 99        9|           let them take him to see Rose. Besides, his brain had
100        9|       Vivienne, the backs of which rose silent and apparently deserted
101        9|           though a thousand things rose tumultuously to his lips.
102        9|            you’re afraid of making Rose angry. I didn’t mention
103        9|             I don’t care a jot for Rose; I’ll give her up at once.”~
104        9|            can’t take it away from Rose.”~“Oh, if that’s all the
105        9|           think the part worthy of Rose, and he preferred to reserve
106        9|       since the Folies had offered Rose three hundred francs a night
107        9|        this would do great harm to Rose’s reputation as an artist;
108        9|            a possible arrangement: Rose, according to the terms
109        9|         Ten thousand francs to let Rose go! Why, people would make
110        9|       enjoyed the treat of telling Rose. Dear me! They were just
111        9|          of this last feather! But Rose in her anger vouchsafed
112        9|            for at the sight of her Rose darted forward, choking
113        9|         graceful affectation while Rose took her departure, followed
114        9|           amused. From a stage box Rose Mignon kept greeting her
115       10|          window, whose yellow– and rose–colored panes suggested
116       10|       Against the hangings of pale rose–colored silk—a faded Turkish
117       10|       colored silk—a faded Turkish rose color, embroidered with
118       10|        great amiability. When they rose from table he took the young
119       10|           tone.~Straightway Madame rose to her feet, and in a sharp
120       11|         rich retired tradespeople. Rose was in a gray silk gown
121       11|      escape for Labordette as yet. Rose Mignon had made a sign to
122       11|            was bruited abroad that Rose Mignon had commissioned
123       11|       before the Mignons’ carriage Rose turned her head away in
124       11|           multitude. Then the wind rose, and there ensued a sudden
125       11|            a glass of champagne to Rose Mignon, who was affecting
126       11|           Be careful: don’t madden Rose too much. You understand,
127       11|          story’s in it. Well then, Rose wants to send the letter
128       11|           avenging her own wrongs, Rose was anxious for that to
129       11|          over.~“Let’s suppose that Rose sends the letter, eh? There’
130       11|        when he advised her to give Rose some proof of her submission—
131       11|         while over head the stands rose tier above crowded tier
132       11|         and exclamations. Everyone rose on tiptoe and followed the
133       11|         Nana! Nana! Nana!” The cry rose heavenward in the glorious
134       11|             With a raging movement Rose Mignon had snapped her sunshade,
135       11|        hastening up in defiance of Rose’s terrible frown. That confounded
136       11|              he said, “is that now Rose is certainly going to send
137       12|           of way. It might be that Rose Mignon had sent the famous
138       12|            grief. Nana understood. Rose Mignon had most assuredly
139       12|           avoid the crowded doors. Rose had taken him up again at
140       12|          flattered his vanity, but Rose amused him more than she.
141       12|          she. Besides, the passion Rose felt was a real one: her
142       12|      during a quarrel that morning Rose had roundly confessed to
143       12|            stood stiffly up in her rose–colored dress, gazing at
144       12|          the murmur of many voices rose ever louder. The couples
145       13|          having again fallen under Rose’s dominion, the countess
146       13|        countess he had fallen into Rose’s hands, and she treated
147       13|             the journalist lied to Rose and took all sorts of precautions
148       13| circumspect, and when she spoke of Rose it was as “poor Rose.” The
149       13|            of Rose it was as “poor Rose.” The newspaper kept her
150       13|          woman like her poor, dear Rose! She grew distrustful: she
151       13|            bright stars on the tea–rose velvet of the hangings.
152       13|            Mignon himself whenever Rose found her opportunity, the
153       13|        extraordinary intelligence. Rose was in despair; for a month
154       13|   metaphorically speaking, her sex rose in a halo of glory and beamed
155       14|            best part of the story: Rose finds out about Nana’s illness
156       14|        furies! Well then, my dear, Rose has had Nana transported
157       14|          haven’t been able to tear Rose away from up there. It’s
158       14|           to a tee!”~The idea that Rose might lose her beauty was
159       14|          they besought her to make Rose come down; otherwise they
160       14|       looked relieved, for at last Rose would come down. A chill
161       14|            them, crying out:~“Tell Rose that I’m waiting for her.
162       14|         twelve francs a day, since Rose had wanted something decent
163       14|           to the left of the door, Rose Mignon, perched on the edge
164       14|            as she shook hands with Rose. “We wanted to bid her good–
165       14|            of the grotto.”~At this Rose awoke from her stupor and
166       14|           on the boulevard, whence rose a dull roaring sound.~“Did
167       14|           changed; she’s changed!” Rose Mignon repeated with a smile
168       14|         raised their voices unduly Rose Mignon, still sitting on
169       14|            next?~“Hush,” whispered Rose, for so much noise hurt
170       14|         calling from the passage:~“Rose! Rose!”~Gaga opened the
171       14|           from the passage:~“Rose! Rose!”~Gaga opened the door in
172       14|            re all calling us now.”~Rose slowly and painfully left
173       14|    Caroline still remained behind, Rose gave a final look round,
174       14|           she’s changed!” murmured Rose Mignon, who was the last