And occasionally he gave vent to fragmentary assertions, as thus: "He's the son of a horse dealer; some say the illegitimate child of a countess.

Never a penny of income, yet always got twenty-five louis in his pocket! Footboy to the ladies of the town! A big lubber, who never goes with any of 'em! Never, never, never!" he repeated, growing furious.

"No, by Jove! I must box his ears." He drained a glass of chartreuse.

The chartreuse had not the slightest effect upon him; it didn't affect him "even to that extent," and he clicked his thumbnail against the edge of his teeth.

But suddenly, just as he was advancing upon Labordette, he grew ashy white and fell down in a heap in front of the sideboard.