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But he interrupted himself on seeing La Faloise in the act of bowing to some persons who occupied the box opposite. He appeared surprised. "What?" he queried. "You know the Count Muffat de Beuville?" "Oh, for a long time back," replied Hector. "The Muffats had a property near us. I often go to their house. The count's with his wife and his father-in-law, the Marquis de Chouard."
Then bending down and whispering in the journalist's ear: "Tell me, my dear fellow," he said, "this Nana surely she's the girl we saw one evening at the corner of the Rue de Provence?" "By Jove, you're right!" cried Fauchery. "I was saying that I had come across her!" La Faloise presented his cousin to Count Muffat de Beuville, who appeared very frigid.
Nana had sprung up, raging, but the names of the Marquis de Chouard and of Count Muffat de Beuville, which were inscribed on the cards, calmed her down. For a moment or two she remained silent. "Who are they?" she asked at last. "You know them?" "I know the old fellow," replied Zoe, discreetly pursing up her lips.
The countess Sabine, as it had become customary to call Mme Muffat de Beuville in order to distinguish her from the count's mother, who had died the year before, was wont to receive every Tuesday in her house in the Rue Miromesnil at the corner of the Rue de Pentievre. It was a great square building, and the Muffats had lived in it for a hundred years or more.
For a minute or two he had felt the truth of this, and now he began scheming out a method of submission. Nevertheless, he still talked jokingly, not wishing the matter to grow serious, and after he had put on his gloves he demanded the hand of Mlle Estelle de Beuville in the strict regulation manner. Nana ended by laughing, as though she had been tickled. Oh, that Mimi!
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