It was as though he had returned the kiss that had been given him upstairs.

Nana was in a fury; she lifted her hand, but when she recognized the count she smiled.
"Oh, you frightened me," she said simply.
And her smile was adorable in its embarrassment and submissiveness, as though she had despaired of this kiss and were happy to have received it.

But she could do nothing for him either that evening or the day after.

It was a case of waiting.

Nay, even if it had been in her power she would still have let herself be desired.