His one care now was to avoid vexing her.
"As you will," he murmured.
Nevertheless, he took his boots off, too, before seating himself in front of the fire.

One of Nana's pleasures consisted in undressing herself in front of the mirror on her wardrobe door, which reflected her whole height.

She would let everything slip off her in turn and then would stand perfectly naked and gaze and gaze in complete oblivion of all around her.

Passion for her own body, ecstasy over her satin skin and the supple contours of her shape, would keep her serious, attentive and absorbed in the love of herself.

The hairdresser frequently found her standing thus and would enter without her once turning to look at him.