"Will you not join us in this modest supper ?" "Gad! old lady, it's not a thing to be refused.

My supper must be cold at the inn of the 'Clock'; and your viands, smoking on their chafing dishes, have already caused me more than one fit of distraction.
Besides, here are some yellow glass flutes, on which Fougas will not be at all reluctant to play an air." The respectable Catharine had an extra plate laid, and ordered Berbel to go to bed.

The Colonel folded up Father Meiser's million, rolled it carefully among a pile of bank-bills, and put the whole into the little pocket-book which his dear Clementine had sent him.
The clock struck eleven.
At half-past eleven Fougas began to see everything in a rosy cloud.

He praised the Rhine wine highly, and thanked the Meisers for their hospitality.

At midnight, he assured them of his highest esteem.