He who had tolerated Satin for months, who had at last shut his eyes to the unknown herd of men that scampered so quickly through Nana's bedroom, became terribly enraged at being deceived by one of his own set or even by an acquaintance.

When she confessed her relations with Foucarmont he suffered so acutely, he thought the treachery of the young man so base, that he wished to insult him and fight a duel.

As he did not know where to find seconds for such an affair, he went to Labordette.

The latter, astonished, could not help laughing.
"A duel about Nana?
But, my dear sir, all Paris would be laughing at you.

Men do not fight for Nana; it would be ridiculous." The count grew very pale and made a violent gesture.
"Then I shall slap his face in the open street." For an hour Labordette had to argue with him.