"Wait till we are gone!" But Nana could not restrain herself.

She was in a perfect ecstasy of love.

Her face was as full of blushes as an innocent young girl's, and her looks and her laughter seemed to overflow with tenderness.

Gazing on Fontan, she overwhelmed him with pet names--"my doggie, my old bear, my kitten"-- and whenever he passed her the water or the salt she bent forward and kissed him at random on lips, eyes, nose or ear.

Then if she met with reproof she would return to the attack with the cleverest maneuvers and with infinite submissiveness and the supple cunning of a beaten cat would catch hold of his hand when no one was looking, in order to kiss it again.