Musette thought aright, that it was less than ever an occasion for grieving, and at that moment a strong wind spring up she exclaimed: "It is funny, even if I did not want to go to Marcel's, this wind would blow me there." And she went on hurriedly, happy as a bird returning to its first nest.
All at once snow began to fall heavy.

Musette looked for a cab.

She could not see one.

As she happened to be in the very street in which dwelt her friend Madame Sidonie, the same who had sent on Marcel's letter to her, Musette decided to run in for a few minutes until the weather cleared up sufficiently to enable her to continue her journey.
When Musette entered Madame Sidonie's rooms she found a gathering there.
They were going on with a game of lansquenet that had lasted three days.
"Do not disturb yourselves," said Musette.

"I have only just popped in for a moment." "You got Marcel's letter all right ?" whispered Madame Sidonie to her.
"Yes, thanks," replied Musette.