He was at the Varietes last night and now he had come to see her.
"These flowers are for me ?" "Yes." "Then give 'em to me, booby!" But as she took the bouquet from him he sprang upon her hands and kissed them with all the gluttonous eagerness peculiar to his charming time of life.

She had to beat him to make him let go.

There was a dreadful little dribbling customer for you! But as she scolded him she flushed rosy-red and began smiling.

And with that she sent him about his business, telling him that he might call again.

He staggered away; he could not find the doors.
Nana went back into her dressing room, where Francis made his appearance almost simultaneously in order to dress her hair for the evening.