Still, she could quite go and see whether Madame had gone to sleep for good.

And with that she slipped into the bedroom while he sank back into one of the armchairs in the drawing room.

But almost at that very moment Nana appeared.

She had jumped out of bed and had scarce had time to slip on a petticoat.

Her feet were bare, her hair in wild disorder, her nightgown all crumpled.
"What! You here again ?" she cried with a red flush on her cheeks.
Up she rushed, stung by sudden indignation, in order herself to thrust him out of doors.