"You may send me out a vermouth, as usual."
The proprietor went away, and soon Elisabeth appeared, bringing the salver, the glass, the carafe, and the bottle. Whereupon one of the painters called to her: "Well! little one, are we angry still?"
She did not answer and when she approached Mariolle he saw that her eyes were red.
"You have been crying," he said.
"Yes, a little," she simply replied.
"What was the matter?"
"Those two gentlemen there behaved rudely to me."
"What did they do to you?"
"They took me for a bad character."
"Did you complain to the proprietor?"