And at this the rest exclaimed delightedly, treating their entertainers as lucky people and pretending to envy their felicity.
The Twelfth-Night cake had been cut and handed round.

The bean had fallen to the lot of Mme Lerat, who popped it into Bosc's glass.
Whereupon there were shouts of "The king drinks! The king drinks!" Nana took advantage of this outburst of merriment and went and put her arms round Fontan's neck again, kissing him and whispering in his ear.

But Prulliere, laughing angrily, as became a pretty man, declared that they were not playing the game.

Louiset, meanwhile, slept soundly on two chairs.

It was nearing one o'clock when the company separated, shouting au revoir as they went downstairs.
For three weeks the existence of the pair of lovers was really charming.
Nana fancied she was returning to those early days when her first silk dress had caused her infinite delight.