Which way must I come in ?" "Through the door, of course," cried Fauchery in great exasperation.
"Yes, but where is the door ?" At this Bordenave fell upon Barillot and once more set to work swearing and hammering the boards with his cane.
"By God! I said a chair was to be put there to stand for the door, and every day we have to get it done again.

Barillot! Where's Barillot?
Another of 'em! Why, they're all going!" Nevertheless, Barillot came and planted the chair down in person, mutely weathering the storm as he did so.

And the rehearsal began again.
Simonne, in her hat and furs, began moving about like a maidservant busy arranging furniture.

She paused to say: "I'm not warm, you know, so I keep my hands in my muff." Then changing her voice, she greeted Bosc with a little cry: "La, it's Monsieur le Comte.

You're the first to come, Monsieur le Comte, and Madame will be delighted." Bosc had muddy trousers and a huge yellow overcoat, round the collar of which a tremendous comforter was wound.