So he lashed himself into a rage and threw in Nana's teeth a whole string of insults and all kinds of accusations which followed one another so closely that she had no time to defend herself.

She was dirty; she was stupid; she had knocked about in all sorts of low places! After that he waxed frantic over the money question.

Did he spend six francs when he dined out?
No, somebody was treating him to a dinner; otherwise he would have eaten his ordinary meal at home.

And to think of spending them on that old procuress of a Maloir, a jade he would chuck out of the house tomorrow! Yes, by jingo, they would get into a nice mess if he and she were to go throwing six francs out of the window every day! "Now to begin with, I want your accounts," he shouted.

"Let's see; hand over the money! Now where do we stand ?" All his sordid avaricious instincts came to the surface.