She even made bold to beg Madame to calm herself.
"You bet," was Nana's crude answer; "they're swine; they glory in that sort of thing." Nevertheless, she assumed her princesslike manner, as she was wont to call it.

But just when she was turning to go into the drawing room Zoe held her back and herself introduced the Marquis de Chouard and the Count Muffat into the dressing room.

It was much better so.
"I regret having kept you waiting, gentlemen," said the young woman with studied politeness.
The two men bowed and seated themselves.

A blind of embroidered tulle kept the little room in twilight.

It was the most elegant chamber in the flat, for it was hung with some light-colored fabric and contained a cheval glass framed in inlaid wood, a lounge chair and some others with arms and blue satin upholsteries.