It had nothing to do with them: the fault was hers! What a stunner that Nana was, eh?
One would never have believed her capable of such a fake! And with that they departed one by one, walking on tiptoe, as though in a chamber of death where you cannot laugh.
"Come up all the same, monsieur," said Zoe to Muffat.

"Madame is much better and will see you.

We are expecting the doctor, who promised to come back this morning." The lady's maid had persuaded Georges to go back home to sleep, and upstairs in the drawing room only Satin remained.

She lay stretched on a divan, smoking a cigarette and scanning the ceiling.

Amid the household scare which had followed the accident she had been white with rage, had shrugged her shoulders violently and had made ferocious remarks.
Accordingly, when Zoe was passing in front of her and telling Monsieur that poor, dear Madame had suffered a great deal: "That's right; it'll teach him!" said Satin curtly.
They turned round in surprise, but she had not moved a muscle; her eyes were still turned toward the ceiling, and her cigarette was still wedged tightly between her lips.
"Dear me, you're charming, you are!" said Zoe.
But Satin sat up, looked savagely at the count and once more hurled her remark at him.
"That's right; it'll teach him!" And she lay down again and blew forth a thin jet of smoke, as though she had no interest in present events and were resolved not to meddle in any of them.