Listen to me." In vain she shrieked as though she were giving an order, exasperated at finding that she was not obeyed.

Her fury spent itself unavailingly against the solid immovability of the wood.

Suddenly she began to cry, modifying her purpose upon finding herself as weak and defenseless as an abandoned creature.

All her life appeared concentrated in her tears and in her pleading voice.
She passed her fingers over the door, groping over the moldings, slipping them over the varnished surface as though seeking at random a crevice, a hole, something that would permit her to get to the man that was on the other side.
Instinctively she fell upon her knees, putting her mouth to the keyhole.
"My lord, my master!" she murmured in the voice of a beggar.

"Open the door....