He tried everything, invoked the sacred interests of art, went so far as to mention the fascinating actresses whose alluring glances--Risler laughed aloud.
"Come, come, you rascal! What's that you're saying?
You forget that we're both married men, and that it is very late and our wives are expecting us.

No ill-will, eh ?--This is not a refusal, you understand .-- By the way, come and see me after the inventory.

We will talk it over again.

Ah! there's Pere Achille putting out his gas .-- I must go in.

Good-night." It was after one o'clock when the actor returned home.