Indeed, she said that owing to Louiset's illness she had tasted nothing since morning.

Muffat dared not oppose her.

Yet as he did not in those days wish to be seen about with her he asked for a private supper room and hurried to it along the corridors.

She followed him with the air of a woman familiar with the house, and they were on the point of entering a private room, the door of which a waiter held open, when from a neighboring saloon, whence issued a perfect tempest of shouts and laughter, a man rapidly emerged.

It was Daguenet.
"By Jove, it's Nana!" he cried.
The count had briskly disappeared into the private room, leaving the door ajar behind him.