bedroom, became terribly enraged at being deceived by one of his own

set or even by an acquaintance. When she confessed her relations

with Foucarmont he suffered so acutely, he thought the treachery of

the young man so base, that he wished to insult him and fight a

duel. As he did not know where to find seconds for such an affair,

he went to Labordette. The latter, astonished, could not help

"A duel about Nana? But, my dear sir, all Paris would be laughing

at you. Men do not fight for Nana; it would be ridiculous."