A carriage drove up; the lady got into it. The gentleman in the raccoon coat stopped, seemed incapable of making a movement and gazed blankly at the gentleman in the wadded coat. The gentleman in the wadded coat smiled rather foolishly.
"I don't know...."
"Excuse me, delighted to make your acquaintance," answered the young man, bowing with curiosity and a little intimidated.
"Delighted, delighted!..."
"I think you have lost your galosh...."
"I—oh, yes, thank you, thank you. I keep meaning to get rubber ones."
"The foot gets so hot in rubbers," said the young man, apparently with immense interest.
"Jean! Are you coming?"
"It does make it hot. Coming directly, darling; we are having an interesting conversation! Precisely so, as you say, it does make the foot hot.... But excuse me, I ..."
"Oh, certainly."