She did not even thank him.
"Look here," he said, "you must recover a bit.

Come up to my rooms." He lodged in the Rue Bergere close by.

But she straightened herself up at once.
"No, I don't want to." Thereupon he waxed coarse and rejoined: "Why don't you want to, eh?
Why, everybody visits my rooms." "Because I don't." In her opinion that explained everything.

She was too fond of Fontan to betray him with one of his friends.

The other people ceased to count the moment there was no pleasure in the business, and necessity compelled her to it.