That confounded girl simply maddened him, and he wanted to kiss her.

Then after imprinting a paternal salute on both her cheeks: "What bothers me," he said, "is that now Rose is certainly going to send the letter.

She's raging, too, fearfully." "So much the better! It'll do my business for me!" Nana let slip.
But noting his utter astonishment, she hastily continued: "No, no, what am I saying?
Indeed, I don't rightly know what I'm saying now! I'm drunk." And drunk, indeed, drunk with joy, drunk with sunshine, she still raised her glass on high and applauded herself.
"To Nana! To Nana!" she cried amid a redoubled uproar of laughter and bravoes, which little by little overspread the whole Hippodrome.
The races were ending, and the Prix Vaublanc was run for.

Carriages began driving off one by one.

Meanwhile, amid much disputing, the name of Vandeuvres was again mentioned.