The Count Muffat bowed slightly.

Despite his great social experience he felt that he had lost his equilibrium.

He needed air; he was overcome with the dizzy feeling engendered in that dressing room with a scent of flowers, with a feminine essence which choked him.
And behind his back, the Marquis de Chouard, who was sure that he could not be seen, made so bold as to wink at Nana, his whole face suddenly altering its expression as he did so, and his tongue nigh lolling from his mouth.
When the young woman re-entered the little room, where Zoe was awaiting her with letters and visiting cards, she cried out, laughing more heartily than ever: "There are a pair of beggars for you! Why, they've got away with my fifty francs!" She wasn't vexed.

It struck her as a joke that MEN should have got money out of her.

All the same, they were swine, for she hadn't a sou left.
But at sight of the cards and the letters her bad temper returned.