In so doing, he allowed himself, despite his great politeness, to be guilty of an irritated gesture.
Georges and La Faloise, standing in front of each other drinking their tea, had overheard the two or three phrases exchanged in their immediate neighborhood.
"Jove, it's at Nana's then," murmured La Faloise.

"I might have expected as much!" Georges said nothing, but he was all aflame.

His fair hair was in disorder; his blue eyes shone like tapers, so fiercely had the vice, which for some days past had surrounded him, inflamed and stirred his blood.

At last he was going to plunge into all that he had dreamed of! "I don't know the address," La Faloise resumed.
"She lives on a third floor in the Boulevard Haussmann, between the Rue de l'Arcade and the Rue Pesquier," said Georges all in a breath.
And when the other looked at him in much astonishment, he added, turning very red and fit to sink into the ground with embarrassment and conceit: "I'm of the party.

She invited me this morning." But there was a great stir in the drawing room, and Vandeuvres and Fauchery could not continue pressing the count.