"Run for a taxi."
"But, madame, it is raining terribly."
"Je m'en fous! Run for a taxi."
Turning back into the room she repeated; "The clock is too soon." But she knew that it was not. Nearly nude, she put on a hat.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Do not worry. I come with you."
She took a skirt and a jersey and then threw a cloak over everything. He was very slow; he could find nothing; he could button nothing. She helped him. But when he began to finger his leggings with the endless laces and the innumerable eyelets she snatched them from him.
"Those—in the taxi," she said.
"But there is no taxi."
"There will be a taxi. I have sent the maid."