"Come here, there's plenty of room for three.

No?
you prefer the cab?
Well, just as you like, you know." For his part he gaily climbed into the landau and drove off lounging on the cushions, while the Baron, in the jolting old cab, vented his rage without a word of interruption from Gerard, whose face was hidden by the darkness.

To think of it! that she, whom he had overwhelmed with gifts, who had already cost him two millions of francs, should in this fashion insult him, the master who could dispose both of fortunes and of men! Well, she had chosen to do it, and he was delivered! Then Duvillard drew a long breath like a man released from the galleys.
For a moment Pierre watched the two vehicles go off; and then took his own way under the trees, so as to shelter himself from the rain until a vacant cab should pass.

Full of distress and battling thoughts he had begun to feel icy cold.

The whole monstrous night of Paris, all the debauchery and woe that sobbed around him made him shiver.