Some time ago, when I was coming here, Fauchery left me, and I suspect he's got an assignation with her at his place tonight.

They've made up a story about a journey, I fancy." Overcome with surprise, Nana remained voiceless.
"I suspected it," she said at last, slapping her leg.

"I guessed it by merely looking at her on the highroad that day.

To think of its being possible for an honest woman to deceive her husband, and with that blackguard Fauchery too! He'll teach her some pretty things!" "Oh, it isn't her trial trip," muttered Daguenet wickedly.

"Perhaps she knows as much about it as he does." At this Nana gave vent to an indignant exclamation.
"Indeed she does! What a nice world! It's too foul!" "By your leave!" shouted a waiter, laden with bottles, as he separated them.
Daguenet drew her forward again and held her hand for a second or two.
He adopted his crystalline tone of voice, the voice with notes as sweet as those of a harmonica, which had gained him his success among the ladies of Nana's type.
"Good-by, darling! You know I love you always." She disengaged her hand from his, and while a thunder of shouts and bravos, which made the door in the saloon tremble again, almost drowned her words she smilingly remarked: "It's over between us, stupid! But that doesn't matter.