To begin with, the meeting of the marquis and the count had given her a severe fit of feverish nervousness, which verged at times on laughter.

Then the thought of this old man going away half dead in a cab and of her poor rough, whom she would never set eyes on again now that she had driven him so wild, brought on what looked like the beginnings of melancholia.
After that she grew vexed to hear about Satin's illness.

The girl had disappeared about a fortnight ago and was now ready to die at Lariboisiere, to such a damnable state had Mme Robert reduced her.

When she ordered the horses to be put to in order that she might have a last sight of this vile little wretch Zoe had just quietly given her a week's notice.

The announcement drove her to desperation at once! It seemed to her she was losing a member of her own family.