She pretended to be blowing her nose.

Upstairs she found Satin amid indescribable filth.
No household work had been done for a week; her bed was disgusting, and ewers and basins were standing about in all directions.

Nana expressed surprise at her knowing the marquis.

Oh yes, she knew him! He had jolly well bored her confectioner and her when they were together.

At present he used to come back now and then, but he nearly bothered her life out, going sniffing into all the dirty corners--yes, even into her slippers! "Yes, dear girl, my slippers! Oh, he's the dirtiest old beast, always wanting one to do things!" The sincerity of these low debauches rendered Nana especially uneasy.
Seeing the courtesans around her slowly dying of it every day, she recalled to mind the comedy of pleasure she had taken part in when she was in the heyday of success.