He collected five francs from each Representative, and they sent and ordered a dinner for two hundred and twenty from the Cafe d'Orsay, at the corner of the Quay, and the Rue du Bac.

They dined badly, but merrily.

Cookshop mutton, bad wine, and cheese.

There was no bread.

They ate as they best could, one standing, another on a chair, one at a table, another astride on his bench, with his plate before him, "as at a ball-room supper," a dandy of the Right said laughingly, Thuriot de la Rosiere, son of the regicide Thuriot.