The woman answered, “You have nothing to do but give me my money, and I will say nothing more.”
George went almost beside himself with rage at this. “Oh, it’s like that?” he shouted. “Very well; I’ll show you!” And he sprang to the door and opened it.
But the nurse never budged. “Give me my five hundred francs!” she said.
George seized her by the arm and shoved her toward the door. “You clear out of here, do you understand me? And as quickly as you can!”
The woman shook her arm loose, and sneered into his face. “Come now, you—you can talk to me a little more politely, eh?”
“Will you go?” shouted George, completely beside himself. “Will you go, or must I go out and look for a policeman?”
“A policeman!” demanded the woman. “For what?”
“To put you outside! You are behaving yourself like a thief.”
“A thief? I? What do you mean?”
“I mean that you are demanding money which doesn’t belong to you.”