After which, her heart bursting wish curiosity, she leaned over a table in the drawing room and examined the designs, which Labordette proceeded to explain to her.
"You see," he said, "this is the body of the bed.

In the middle here there's a bunch of roses in full bloom, and then comes a garland of buds and flowers.

The leaves are to be in yellow and the roses in red-gold.
And here's the grand design for the bed's head; Cupids dancing in a ring on a silver trelliswork." But Nana interrupted him, for she was beside herself with ecstasy.
"Oh, how funny that little one is, that one in the corner, with his behind in the air! Isn't he now?
And what a sly laugh! They've all got such dirty, wicked eyes! You know, dear boy, I shall never dare play any silly tricks before THEM!" Her pride was flattered beyond measure.

The goldsmiths had declared that no queen anywhere slept in such a bed.

However, a difficulty presented itself.