You did it only the other day.

I can no longer say a word to a servant--" "Germaine!" said the Duke, in sharp protest.
Germaine turned from him to Sonia, and pointed to a packet of envelopes and some letters, which Bernard Charolais had knocked off the table, and said, "Pick up those envelopes and letters, and bring everything to my room, and be quick about it!" She flung out of the room, and slammed the door behind her.
Sonia seemed entirely unmoved by the outburst: no flush of mortification stained her cheeks, her lips did not quiver.

She stooped to pick up the fallen papers.
"No, no; let me, I beg you," said the Duke, in a tone of distress.

And dropping on one knee, he began to gather together the fallen papers.

He set them on the table, and then he said: "You mustn't mind what Germaine says.