She began also to think what she would have done if she had gone out into the street when she first started.

By the side of that situation, as she looked at it now, the present seemed agreeable.

She had a little time at least, and then, perhaps, everything would come out all right, after all.
Drouet had gone, but what of it?
He did not seem seriously angry.

He only acted as if he were huffy.

He would come back--of course he would.
There was his cane in the corner.