I should give you carriages and diamonds and dresses!" At each successive offer Nana shook her head proudly.

Then seeing that he still continued them, that he even spoke of settling money on her--for he was at loss what to lay at her feet--she apparently lost patience.
"Come, come, have you done bargaining with me?
I'm a good sort, and I don't mind giving in to you for a minute or two, as your feelings are making you so ill, but I've had enough of it now, haven't I?
So let me get up.

You're tiring me." She extricated herself from his clasp, and once on her feet: "No, no, no!" she said.

"I don't want to!" With that he gathered himself up painfully and feebly dropped into a chair, in which he leaned back with his face in his hands.

Nana began pacing up and down in her turn.