He is giving a party.

It is a good time--" "You are right," said the landlord.

"I will go up and see for myself by-and-by." Madame Sidonie, who was at home when Marcel's letter was brought, sent on her maid at once with the one intended for Musette.
The latter was then residing in a charming suite of rooms in the Chaussee d'Antin.

At the moment Marcel's letter was handed to her, she had company, and, indeed, was going to give a grand dinner party that evening.
"Here is a miracle," she exclaimed, laughing like a mad thing.
"What is it ?" asked a handsome young fellow, as stiff as a statuette.
"It is an invitation to dinner," replied the girl.

"How well it falls out." "How badly," said the young man.
"Why so ?" asked Musette.
"What, do you think of going ?" "I should think so.