After which Satin wanted to show her where she lived in the Rue Rochefoucauld close by.

And the moment they were alone Nana told her of her passion for Fontan.

Arrived in front of the house, the girl stopped with her bundle of radishes under her arm and listened eagerly to a final detail which the other imparted to her.

Nana fibbed away and vowed that it was she who had turned Count Muffat out of doors with a perfect hail of kicks on the posterior.
"Oh how smart!" Satin repeated.

"How very smart! Kicks, eh?
And he never said a word, did he?
What a blooming coward! I wish I'd been there to see his ugly mug! My dear girl, you were quite right.