She wanted her sons; she was starting to reclaim them.
Since morning Nana had been much worried.

First of all it was the baker, who at nine o'clock had turned up, bill in hand.

It was a wretched story.

He had supplied her with bread to the amount of a hundred and thirty-three francs, and despite her royal housekeeping she could not pay it.

In his irritation at being put off he had presented himself a score of times since the day he had refused further credit, and the servants were now espousing his cause.