And Paul, too, a fellow I've been so kind to! Not a sign! They're polite, I'm sure." And with that she gave Steiner a terrible dressing, he having ventured to suggest that the gentlemen's attitude had been quite as it should be.
So then they weren't even worth a bow?
The first blackguard that came by might insult them?
Thanks! He was the right sort, too, he was! It couldn't be better! One ought always to bow to a woman.
"Who's the tall one ?" asked Lucy at random, shouting through the noise of the wheels.
"It's the Countess Muffat," answered Steiner.
"There now! I suspected as much," said Nana.

"Now, my dear fellow, it's all very well her being a countess, for she's no better than she should be.

Yes, yes, she's no better that she should be.

You know, I've got an eye for such things, I have! And now I know your countess as well as if I had been at the making of her! I'll bet you that she's the mistress of that viper Fauchery! I tell you, she's his mistress! Between women you guess that sort of thing at once!" Steiner shrugged his shoulders.

Since the previous day his irritation had been hourly increasing.