From Vandeuvres she would certainly derive from eight to ten thousand francs a month, and this would prove very useful as pocket money.

In those days he was finishing the last of his fortune in an access of burning, feverish folly.

His horses and Lucy had devoured three of his farms, and at one gulp Nana was going to swallow his last chateau, near Amiens.

He seemed in a hurry to sweep everything away, down to the ruins of the old tower built by a Vandeuvres under Philip Augustus.

He was mad for ruin and thought it a great thing to leave the last golden bezants of his coat of arms in the grasp of this courtesan, whom the world of Paris desired.
He, too, accepted Nana's conditions, leaving her entire freedom of action and claiming her caresses only on certain days.