He rose with a heavy head, completely stupefied, took a few steps forward, and fell upon a sofa in the boudoir, his eyes closing in a leaden sleep.
"Mariette," said Fanny Beaupre to Godeschal's sister, who had come in about two o'clock, "do you dine here to-morrow?
Camusot and Pere Cardot are coming, and we'll have some fun." "What!" cried Florentine, "and my old fellow never told me!" "He said he'd tell you to-morrow morning," remarked Fanny Beaupre.
"The devil take him and his orgies!" exclaimed Florentine.

"He and Camusot are worse than magistrates or stage-managers.

But we have very good dinners here, Mariette," she continued.

"Cardot always orders them from Chevet's; bring your Duc de Maufrigneuse and we'll make them dance like Tritons." Hearing the names of Cardot and Camusot, Oscar made an effort to throw off his sleep; but he could only mutter a few words which were not understood, and then he fell back upon the silken cushions.
"You'll have to keep him here all night," said Fanny Beaupre, laughing, to Florentine.
"Oh! poor boy! he is drunk with punch and despair both.

It is the second clerk in your brother's office," she said to Mariette.