It keeps me awake.

And afterward, through the day, I have mamma's piano and her scales--tra, la la la! If the music were only worth listening to!" Risler has taken the wise course.

He does not say a word until he sees that she is beginning to calm down a little, when he completes the soothing process with compliments.
"How pretty we are to-day! Are we going out soon to make some calls, eh ?" He resorts to this mode of address to avoid the more familiar form, which is so offensive to her.
"No, I am not going to make calls," Sidonie replies with a certain pride.

"On the contrary, I expect to receive them.

This is my day." In response to her husband's astounded, bewildered expression she continues: "Why, yes, this is my day.