In his excitement he was content to follow this vicious pair in vague hopes of some stray favor being granted him.

Then with brain on fire Muffat decided to walk home.

The struggle within him had wholly ceased.

The ideas and beliefs of the last forty years were being drowned in a flood of new life.

While he was passing along the boulevards the roll of the last carriages deafened him with the name of Nana; the gaslights set nude limbs dancing before his eyes--the nude limbs, the lithe arms, the white shoulders, of Nana.