“Good morning, duckie.”
She straightened herself up at once and with the dignified manner becoming an offended queen remarked:
“What's up with that swine there?”
Then she fancied she recognized him. Three days ago toward midnight, as the was coming back alone from the boulevards, she had talked to him at the corner of the Rue Labruyere for nearly half an hour, with a view to persuading him to come home with her. But this recollection only angered her the more.
“Fancy they're brutes enough to shout things to you in broad daylight!” she continued. “When one's out on business one ought to be respectfully treated, eh?”
Nana had ended by buying her pigeons, although she certainly had her doubts of their freshness. After which Satin wanted to show her where she lived in the Rue Rochefoucaul
