Oh, they're quite right when they accuse the men of heartlessness! Who knows?
Perhaps I shan't see her alive.

Never mind, I shall ask to see her: I want to give her a kiss." Labordette and Mignon smiled, and as Nana was no longer melancholy she smiled too.

Those two fellows didn't count; they could enter into her feelings.

And they both stood and admired her in silent abstraction while she finished buttoning her gloves.

She alone kept her feet amid the heaped-up riches of her mansion, while a whole generation of men lay stricken down before her.