He blushed, seeing Daguenet looking at him.
Notwithstanding which, they had conceived a tender regard the one for the other.

They rearranged the bows of their cravats in front of the big dressing glass and gave each other a mutual dose of the clothesbrush, for they were all white from their close contact with Nana.
"One would think it was sugar," murmured Georges, giggling like a greedy little child.
A footman hired for the evening was ushering the guests into the small drawing room, a narrow slip of a place in which only four armchairs had been left in order the better to pack in the company.

From the large drawing room beyond came a sound as of the moving of plates and silver, while a clear and brilliant ray of light shone from under the door.

At her entrance Nana found Clarisse Besnus, whom La Faloise had brought, already installed in one of the armchairs.
"Dear me, you're the first of 'em!" said Nana, who, now that she was successful, treated her familiarly.
"Oh, it's his doing," replied Clarisse.

"He's always afraid of not getting anywhere in time.