Before she had opened the door her breathlessness became audible.

She bounced abruptly in, looking very red in the face.

Her skirt, the string of which must have been broken, was trailing over the stairs, and her flounces had just been dipped in a puddle of something unpleasant which had oozed out on the landing of the first floor, where the servant girl was a regular slut.
"Here you are! It's lucky!" said Mme Lerat, pursing up her lips, for she was still vexed at Mme Maloir's "five hundred." "You may flatter yourself at the way you keep folks waiting." "Madame isn't reasonable; indeed, she isn't!" added Zoe.
Nana was already harassed, and these reproaches exasperated her.

Was that the way people received her after the worry she had gone through?
"Will you blooming well leave me alone, eh ?" she cried.
"Hush, ma'am, there are people in there," said the maid.
Then in lower tones the young Woman stuttered breathlessly: "D'you suppose I've been having a good time?
Why, there was no end to it.

I should have liked to see you there! I was boiling with rage! I felt inclined to smack somebody.