I can't make myself drunk." For some moments past La Faloise's face opposite had excited his displeasure.

He began sneering and giving vent to disagreeable witticisms.

La Faloise, whose brain was in a whirl, was behaving very restlessly and squeezing up against Gaga.

But at length he became the victim of anxiety; somebody had just taken his handkerchief, and with drunken obstinacy he demanded it back again, asked his neighbors about it, stooped down in order to look under the chairs and the guests' feet.
And when Gaga did her best to quiet him: "It's a nuisance," he murmured, "my initials and my coronet are worked in the corner.

They may compromise me." "I say, Monsieur Falamoise, Lamafoise, Mafaloise!" shouted Foucarmont, who thought it exceedingly witty thus to disfigure the young man's name ad infinitum.
But La Faloise grew wroth and talked with a stutter about his ancestry.
He threatened to send a water bottle at Foucarmont's head, and Count de Vandeuvres had to interfere in order to assure him that Foucarmont was a great joker.