Volume VIII Part 61 (2/2)

The notary, quite scared, said:

”I am M Saval”

A voice exclaimed:

”You mean Baptiste”

A woman said:

”Let the poor waiter alone! You'll end by ry He's paid to attend on us, and not to be laughed at by us”

Then, M Saval noticed that each guest had brought his own provisions

One held a bottle of wine, and the other a pie This one had a loaf of bread, and one a ha fellow placed in his hands an enorave orders:

”I say! Go and settle up the sideboard in the corner over there You are to put the bottles at the left and the provisions at the right”

Saval, getting quite distracted, exclaimed: ”But messieurs, I am a notary!”

There was a hter

One suspicious gentleman asked:

”How are you here?”

He explained, telling about his project of going to the Opera, his departure from Vernon, his arrival in Paris, and the way in which he had spent the evening

They sat around hireeted him ords of applause, and called hiuests arrived M Saval was presented to theain He declined; they forced him to relate it They fixed him on one of the three chairs between tolass

He drank; he laughed; he talked; he sang, too He tried to waltz with his chair, and fell on the ground

Fro It seemed to him, however, that they undressed hiot sick

When he awoke, it was broad daylight, and he lay stretched with his feet against a cupboard, in a strange bed

An old worily at hiuard! Clear out! What right has anyone to get drunk like this?”

He sat up in the bed, feeling very ill at ease He asked:

”Where am I?”

”Where are you, you dirty scamp? You are drunk Take your rotten carcass out of here as quick as you can,--and lose no tiet up He found that he was naked in the bed His clothes had disappeared He blurted out: