27/103 Well, that _was_ nice! At fifteen years and a half to have men trailing after her! Then Madame Lerat hastily began to question her. _Mon Dieu!_ Nana didn't know; he had only been following her for five days, but she could not poke her nose out of doors without stumbling on men. She believed he was in business; yes, a manufacturer of bone buttons. Madame Lerat was greatly impressed. She turned round and glanced at the gentleman out of the corner of her eye. |