"Ah, me!" she said, "it won't be a pity when I have a carriage of my own." And without even taking off her hat, one which she was weary of patching up, she approached the window and leant out, looking to the right and the left to see what was going on in the street.
"What are you looking at ?" asked Madame Lerat, suspiciously.

"Did your father come with you ?" "No, you may be sure of that," answered Nana coolly.

"I'm looking at nothing--I'm seeing how hot it is.

It's enough to make anyone, having to run like that." It was a stifling hot morning.

The workgirls had drawn down the Venetian blinds, between which they could spy out into the street; and they had at last begun working on either side of the table, at the upper end of which sat Madame Lerat.