And when Lucy questioned him he pointed out a young man who was passing and murmured: "Nana's fancy man." Everybody looked at him.

He was a pretty fellow.

Fauchery recognized him; it was Daguenet, a young man who had run through three hundred thousand francs in the pursuit of women and who now was dabbling in stocks, in order from time to time to treat them to bouquets and dinners.

Lucy made the discovery that he had fine eyes.
"Ah, there's Blanche!" she cried.

"It's she who told me that you had been to bed with Nana." Blanche de Sivry, a great fair girl, whose good-looking face showed signs of growing fat, made her appearance in the company of a spare, sedulously well-groomed and extremely distinguished man.
"The Count Xavier de Vandeuvres," Fauchery whispered in his companion's ear.
The count and the journalist shook hands, while Blanche and Lucy entered into a brisk, mutual explanation.