And Daguenet?
Oh, HE was getting on swimmingly.

M.Daguenet was settling down.

Nana, under the exciting influence of various recollections, was just opening her mouth with a view to a further examination when she felt it would be awkward to utter Muffat's name.
Thereupon Francis smiled and spoke instead of her.

As to Monsieur le Comte, it was all a great pity, so sad had been his sufferings since Madame's departure.
He had been like a soul in pain--you might have met him wherever Madame was likely to be found.

At last M.Mignon had come across him and had taken him home to his own place.