Just as she was about to go downstairs there was a new ring at the bell.

This time it was the charcoal dealer.

Very well, he might keep the livery-stable keeper company--it would amuse the fellows.

Only, as she dreaded a scene, she crossed the kitchen and made her escape by the back stairs.

She often went that way and in return had only to lift up her flounces.
"When one is a good mother anything's excusable," said Mme Maloir sententiously when left alone with Mme Lerat.
"Four kings," replied this lady, whom the play greatly excited.
And they both plunged into an interminable game.
The table had not been cleared.