"He has lost the money his master gave him for some legal affair.

He wanted to drown himself; so I lent him a thousand francs, but those brigands Finot and Giroudeau won them from him.

Poor innocent!" "But we ought to wake him," said Mariette.

"My brother won't make light of it, nor his master either." "Oh, wake him if you can, and carry him off with you!" said Florentine, returning to the salon to receive the adieux of some departing guests.
Presently those who remained began what was called "character dancing," and by the time it was broad daylight, Florentine, tired out, went to bed, oblivious to Oscar, who was still in the boudoir sound asleep..