Seriously, mon cher, thou must be sober for the next three or four days; after the crisis is over, thou and I will drink a bottle together.

Come, Dumas relax thine austerity, and shake hands with our friend.

No quarrels amongst ourselves!" Dumas hesitated, and extended his hand, which the ruffian clasped; and, maudlin tears succeeding his ferocity, he half-sobbed, half-hiccoughed forth his protestations of civism and his promises of sobriety.
"Well, we depend on thee, mon general," said Dumas; "and now, since we shall all have need of vigour for to-morrow, go home and sleep soundly." "Yes, I forgive thee, Dumas,--I forgive thee.

I am not vindictive,--I! but still, if a man threatens me; if a man insults me--" and, with the quick changes of intoxication, again his eyes gleamed fire through their foul tears.

With some difficulty Fouquier succeeded at last in soothing the brute, and leading him from the chamber.