Piping Hot! by Émile Zola

When Madame Josserand, preceded by her young ladies, left the evening party given by Madame Dambreville, who resided on a fourth floor in the Rue de Rivoli, at the corner of the Rue de l'Oratoire, she roughly slammed the street door, in the sudden outburst of a passion she had been keeping under for the past two hours. Berthe, her younger daughter, had again just gone and missed a husband.

"Well! what are you doing there? " said she angrily to the young girls, who were standing under the arcade and watching the cabs pass by. "Walk on! don't have any idea we are going to ride! To waste another two francs, eh?"