Once again Steiner was in the toils, and so deeply this time that as he sat by Nana's side he seemed stunned; he ate without appetite; his lip hung down; his face was mottled.

She had only to name a figure.

Nevertheless, she did not hurry but continued playing with him, breathing her merry laughter into his hairy ear and enjoying the little convulsive movements which kept traversing his heavy face.

There would always be time enough to patch all that up if that ninny of a Count Muffat were really to treat her as Joseph did Potiphar's wife.
"Leoville or Chambertin ?" murmured a waiter, who came craning forward between Nana and Steiner just as the latter was addressing her in a low voice.
"Eh, what ?" he stammered, losing his head.

"Whatever you like--I don't care." Vandeuvres gently nudged Lucy Stewart, who had a very spiteful tongue and a very fierce invention when once she was set going.