“Dame! it is nearly four months to come!”

“True, but in the meantime, Mademoiselle——­”

“In the meantime,” said the fair Josephine, anticipating my hopes with all the unembarrassed straightforwardness imaginable, “I shall be delighted to improve M’sieur’s acquaintance.”

“Mademoiselle, you make me happy!”

“Besides, M’sieur is an Englishman, and I like the English so much!”

“I am delighted to hear it, Mademoiselle.  I hope I shall never give you cause to alter your opinion.”

“Last galop before supper!” shouted Monsieur Jules through, a brass speaking-trumpet, in order to make use of which he was obliged to hold up his nose with one hand.  “Gentlemen, choose your partners.  All couples to dance till they drop!”

There were a dozen up immediately, amongst whom Dalrymple and Mademoiselle Annette, and Mueller with one of the ballet ladies, were the first to start.  As for Josephine, she proved to be a damsel of forty-galop power.  She never wanted to rest, and she never cared to leave off.  She did not even look warm when it was over.  I wonder to this day how it was that I did not die on the spot.

When the galop was ended, we all went upstairs to Monsieur Adrien’s garret, where Monsieur Adrien, who had red hair and wore glasses, received us in person, and made us welcome.  Here we found the supper elegantly laid out on two doors which had been taken off their hinges for the purpose; but which, being supported from beneath on divers boxes and chairs of unequal heights, presented a painfully sloping surface, thereby causing the jellies to look like leaning towers of Pisa, and the spongecake (which was already professedly tipsy) to assume an air so unbecomingly convivial that it might almost have been called drunk.

Nobody thought of sitting down, and, if they did, there were no means of doing so; for Monsieur Adrien’s garret was none of the largest, and, as in a small villa residence we sometimes see the whole house sacrificed to a winding staircase, so in this instance had the whole room been sacrificed to the splendor of the supper.  For the inconvenience of standing, we were compensated, however, by the abundance and excellence of the fare.  There were cold chickens, meat-pies, dishes of sliced ham, pyramids of little Bologna sausages, huge rolls of bread a yard in length, lobster salad, and cold punch in abundance.

The flirtations at supper were tremendous.  In a bachelor establishment one cannot expect to find every convenience, and on this occasion the prevailing deficiencies were among the plates and glasses; so those who had been partners in the dance now became partners in other matters, eating off the same plate and drinking out of the same tumbler; but this only made it so much the merrier.  By and by somebody volunteered a song, and somebody else made a speech, and then we went down again to the ball-room, and dancing recommenced.