After Lucy's first few questions he grew impatient and cried out: "How should I know?
These last two days I haven't been able to tear Rose away from up there.

It's getting stupid, when all's said, for her to be risking her life like that! She'll be charming if she gets over it, with holes in her face! It'll suit us to a tee!" The idea that Rose might lose her beauty was exasperating him.

He was giving up Nana in the most downright fashion, and he could not in the least understand these stupid feminine devotions.

But Fauchery was crossing the boulevard, and he, too, came up anxiously and asked for news.

The two men egged each other on.