In the attempt of preserving her private life, the actress Véronique de Coulanges vowed never to answer the enflamed letters of her admirers.

Thus, when the young writer Oskar Serti wanted to take her heart by storm, she stood her ground for more than a month. Then, one morning, rereading the letters which he had not ceased to write to her, she fell under their spell. Moved by an obscure force, she could not live a moment more without knowing this man. She grabbed her telephone, and invited Oskar to come as soon as possible and have tea with her.

Noticing that she was still in her night gown, Véronique rushed to the bathroom to change into something more suited to the occasion (1). Unfortunately, she tripped on the telephone wire, lost balance, fell head first onto the floor, and passed out (2).
Nearly an hour later, Véronique finally regained her senses. Deeply troubled, with beads of perspiration all over her body, she immediately remembered that during her swoon, she had dreamed of Oskar Serti. This latter had not ceased to hug and caress her as no one had done until then (3).

The moment she stood up, she wanted to disentangle herself from the telephone wire; but when she saw to what extent it had wrapped around her legs, arms and neck, she understood the origin of her indecent dream (4).

It was then, with a surprising blend of anxiety and impatience, that she heard a man’s step stop at the door to her apartment. But after a moment’s hesitation, as if he was looking for someone else, the man continued to make his way along the great staircase which led to the upper floors.
Dejected by the presentiment that Oskar wouldn’t come, Véronique took stock of the weight of her solitude and decided to remain an instant longer, prisoner of her wire.