Isis laughed at the news.

"I'm dying to see Gerald's face when you do it," he said, tilting his lips, "you should teach him a lesson," he proposed, "well, you can go now."

Myriam smiled.

"Do you need help with the little one?"

Isis shook her head.

"I don't want you to make any effort, I don't want any trouble," he reported, "I'll ask one of the clerks to take you to your room, good afternoon."

"May he rest," Myriam said, and left.

With an advance that Isis gave her of her salary, Myriam decided