He swears she's straight.

She'd refuse, and yet I would have wagered that I once saw her at Laure's." "Eh, what?
You go to Laure's ?" murmured Fauchery with a chuckle.

"You venture your reputation in places like that?
I was under the impression that it was only we poor devils of outsiders who--" "Ah, dear boy, one ought to see every side of life." Then they sneered and with sparkling eyes they compared notes about the table d'hote in the Rue des Martyrs, where big Laure Piedefer ran a dinner at three francs a head for little women in difficulties.

A nice hole, where all the little women used to kiss Laure on the lips! And as the Countess Sabine, who had overheard a stray word or two, turned toward them, they started back, rubbing shoulders in excited merriment.
They had not noticed that Georges Hugon was close by and that he was listening to them, blushing so hotly the while that a rosy flush had spread from his ears to his girlish throat.

The infant was full of shame and of ecstasy.