She was getting on his nerves, and he began to conceive so fierce a loathing for her that he forgot to keep count of his real interests.

When Bosc made his customary remarks to him he cried out in exasperation, for which there was no apparent cause, that he had had enough of her and of her good dinners and that he would shortly chuck her out of doors if only for the sake of making another woman a present of his seven thousand francs.

Indeed, that was how their liaison ended.
One evening Nana came in toward eleven o'clock and found the door bolted.

She tapped once--there was no answer; twice--still no answer.
Meanwhile she saw light under the door, and Fontan inside did not trouble to move.

She rapped again unwearyingly; she called him and began to get annoyed.