She arrived at the last moment, in a cab, drawn by a mare which the driver was leading by the bridle.
Always careless and always too late!
She rushed towards me like a lunatic.
"The traitor! He has broken his word! He's not coming!" she exclaimed so loudly that she attracted the attention of the passers-by.
It was certainly unfortunate, but I could not help respecting him for it.
"He's quite right. He has common-sense on his side," I said, seized with a spirit of contradiction.
"Be quick! Take a ticket for Copenhagen, or I shall stay here!" she ordered.
"No! If I went with you it would look like an elopement. All Stockholm would talk about it to-morrow."
"I don't care.... Make haste!"
"No! I won't!"