Once again she tasted the novel sensations experienced by chits of girls, and at night when she went upstairs, dizzy with her day in the open air and intoxicated by the scent of green leaves, and rejoined her Zizi behind the curtain, she fancied herself a schoolgirl enjoying a holiday escapade.

It was an amour, she thought, with a young cousin to whom she was going to be married.

And so she trembled at the slightest noise and dread lest parents should hear her, while making the delicious experiments and suffering the voluptuous terrors attendant on a girl's first slip from the path of virtue.
Nana in those days was subject to the fancies a sentimental girl will indulge in.

She would gaze at the moon for hours.

One night she had a mind to go down into the garden with Georges when all the household was asleep.