Sitting there in her white foulard dress, which was as light and full of folds as a shift, sitting there with drooped eyelids and cheeks pale with the touch of intoxication from which she was suffering, she offered herself to him with that quiet expression which is peculiar to a good-natured courtesan.

The roses in her hair and at her throat had lost their leaves, and their stalks alone remained.
Presently Steiner withdrew his hand quickly from the folds of her skirt, where he had come in contact with the pins that Georges had stuck there.
Some drops of blood appeared on his fingers, and one fell on Nana's dress and stained it.
"Now the bargain's struck," said Nana gravely.
The day was breaking apace.

An uncertain glimmer of light, fraught with a poignant melancholy, came stealing through the windows.

And with that the guests began to take their departure.

It was a most sour and uncomfortable retreat.