"What is this button? I did not ask for this button. You never
understand anything. A white button, number four. And be quick about
it."
And I go for the white button, number four.
You can imagine how I storm, and rage, and abuse Madame, within myself.
During these goings and comings, these ascents and descents, Madame has
changed her mind. She wants something else, or she wants nothing at all.
"No, take away the needle and the button. I have no time."
My back is broken, my knees absolutely stiff, I can do no more. That
suffices for Madame; she is satisfied. And to think that there is a
society for the protection of animals!
In the evening, when making her examination of the linen-room, she
storms:
"What! you have done nothing? What do you do all day long, then? I do
not pay you to be idle from morning till night."