"I was dressing to go out; that's why I said 'Not at home.' Are you cured? I went to see you this morning."
"I know, thanks. Yes, I am better. Go on dressing. I won't sit down. How's Caterina?"
"She's gone out," said Regina, smoothing her hair at the wardrobe mirror.
"Go on dressing," repeated Gabrie. "I'm sorry to be delaying you."
Regina began to dress. She did not know where she was going, but she would certainly go out just to get rid of Gabrie.
"Shall I help?" asked the girl.
"Yes, please. Hook the collar. Oh, these collars! What a torment they are! One wants a maid just for these precious collars!"
"Haven't you got one?" said Gabrie, dryly, fastening the collar.
"That girl? She's a mere scrub."
"Patience! Hold still a moment! How on earth can you wear such a collar? Well, really, women are the victims of fashion!"