The gas was still alight, and Zoe shivered as she helped her mistress on with her hat and pelisse.
"Well, it's over; I've done what you wanted me to," said Nana, speaking familiarly to the maid in a sudden burst of expansive confidence and much relieved at the thought that she had at last made her election.
"You were quite right; the banker's as good as another." The maid was cross, for she was still heavy with sleep.

She grumbled something to the effect that Madame ought to have come to a decision the first evening.

Then following her into the bedroom, she asked what she was going to do with "those two," meaning Bordenave, who was snoring away as usual, and Georges, who had slipped in slyly, buried his head in a pillow and, finally falling asleep there, was now breathing as lightly and regularly as a cherub.

Nana in reply told her that she was to let them sleep on.

But seeing Daguenet come into the room, she again grew tender.