He was delighted at such familiarity; he thought it simply stunning.
One night when he had received sundry cuffs and was greatly excited: "Now, d'you know," he said, "you ought to marry me.

We should be as jolly as grigs together, eh ?" This was no empty suggestion.

Seized with a desire to astonish Paris, he had been slyly projecting this marriage.

"Nana's husband! Wouldn't that sound smart, eh ?" Rather a stunning apotheosis that! But Nana gave him a fine snubbing.
"Me marry you! Lovely! If such an idea had been tormenting me I should have found a husband a long time ago! And he'd have been a man worth twenty of you, my pippin! I've had a heap of proposals.

Why, look here, just reckon 'em up with me: Philippe, Georges, Foucarmont, Steiner--that makes four, without counting the others you don't know.