then? Are you deaf? I have been ringing for three hours. It is getting to be very provoking."
And this is what generally happens.
"Drinn! . . . drinn! . . . drinn! . . . "
That throws you from your chair, as if impelled by a spring.
"Bring me a needle."
I go for the needle.
"All right! Bring me some thread."
I go for the thread.
"Very good! Bring me a button."
I go for the button.
"What is this button? I did not ask for this button. You never understand anything. A white button, number four. And be quick about it."
And I go for the white button, number four. You can imagine how I storm, and rage, and abuse Madame, within myself. During these goings and comings, these ascents and descents, Madame has changed her mind. She wants something else, or she wants nothing at all.
"No, take away the needle and the button. I have no time."
My back is broken, my knees absolutely stiff, I can do no more. That suffices for Madame; she is satisfied. And to think that there is a society for the protection of animals!
In the evening, when making her examination of the linen-room, she storms:
