It was for the Marquis de Chouard, then, that the golden roses

flourished on the side panels, those bunches of golden roses

blooming among the golden leaves; it was for him that the Cupids

leaned forth with amorous, roguish laughter from their tumbling ring

on the silver trelliswork. And it was for him that the faun at his

feet discovered the nymph sleeping, tired with dalliance, the figure

of Night copied down to the exaggerated thighs--which caused her to

be recognizable of all--from Nana's renowned nudity. Cast there