Oh, tighter, tighter than that!" And she escaped and rejoined Steiner, feeling happy and once more possessed with the idea of drinking milk.

In the empty room the Count de Vandeuvres was left alone with the "decorated" man who had recited "Abraham's Sacrifice." Both seemed glued to the card table; they had lost count of their whereabouts and never once noticed the broad light of day without, while Blanche had made bold to put her feet up on a sofa in order to try and get a little sleep.
"Oh, Blanche is with them!" cried Nana.

"We are going to drink milk, dear.

Do come; you'll find Vandeuvres here when we return." Blanche got up lazily.

This time the banker's fiery face grew white with annoyance at the idea of having to take that big wench with him too.