But with you it's out of the question.

She's getting absurdly jealous; she beat me the other night." When they had shut themselves in, Nana, who had not yet relieved her feelings, burst into tears and again and again recounted Fontan's dirty behavior.

Satin listened complaisantly, comforted her, grew even more angry than she in denunciation of the male sex.
"Oh, the pigs, the pigs! Look here, we'll have nothing more to do with them!" Then she helped Nana to undress with all the small, busy attentions, becoming a humble little friend.

She kept saying coaxingly: "Let's go to bed as fast as we can, pet.

We shall be better off there! Oh, how silly you are to get crusty about things! I tell you, they're dirty brutes.