Big words flew about; arms were outstretched, and for some seconds a general exchange of fisticuffs was imminent.

Notwithstanding this, however, a little sickly looking light-haired man kept insistently repeating: "Come, come, Nana, you saw us the other evening at Peters' in the great red saloon! Pray remember, you invited us." The other evening at Peters'?
She did not remember it all.

To begin with, what evening?
And when the little light-haired man had mentioned the day, which was Wednesday, she distinctly remembered having supped at Peters' on the Wednesday, but she had given no invitation to anyone; she was almost sure of that.
"However, suppose you HAVE invited them, my good girl," murmured Labordette, who was beginning to have his doubts.

"Perhaps you were a little elevated." Then Nana fell a-laughing.

It was quite possible; she really didn't know.