one in the morning
Revolving these matters , Nana at length reached her home in the Rue Veron and was taken aback on observing a light in the window . Fontan had come home in a sulk , for he , too , had been deserted by the friend who had been dining with him . He listened coldly to her explanations while she trembled lest he should strike her . It scared her to find him at home , seeing that she had not expected him before one in the morning , and she told him a fib and confessed that she had certainly spent six francs , but in Mme Maloir 's society . He was not ruffled , however , and he handed her a letter which , though addressed to her , he had quietly opened . It was a letter from Georges , who was still a prisoner at Les Fondettes and comforted himself weekly with the composition of glowing pages . Nana loved to be written to , especially when the letters were full of grand , loverlike expressions with a sprinkling of vows .