In view of her idiotic obstinacy Prulliere, as became a pretty fellow whose vanity had been wounded, did a cowardly thing.
"Very well, do as you like!" he cried.

"Only I don't side with you, my dear.

You must get out of the scrape by yourself." And with that he left her.

Terrors got hold of her again, and scurrying past shops and turning white whenever a man drew nigh, she fetched an immense compass before reaching Montmartre.
On the morrow, while still suffering from the shock of last night's terrors, Nana went to her aunt's and at the foot of a small empty street in the Batignolles found herself face to face with Labordette.

At first they both appeared embarrassed, for with his usual complaisance he was busy on a secret errand.