"Well, what about that gallant don, the famous Viscount de Saint-Rémy?"
"Has he not been here yet?"
"No."
"Well, his horses were harnessed, and he sent me word by his valet de chambre, that he would come here directly. But he didn't seem best pleased, the servant said. Oh, my boys! such a lovely little house, furnished most magnificently, like one of the dwellings of the olden time that Faublas writes about. Oh, Faublas! he is my hero—my model!" said the clerk, putting down his umbrella and taking off his clogs.
"You are right, Jabulot; for, as that sublime old blind man, Homer, said:
'Faublas, that amorous hero, it is said,
Forsook the duchess for the waiting-maid.'"
"Yes; but then, she was a theatrical 'waiting-maid,' my lads."
"I demand Chalamel's head!"
"But about this Viscount de Saint-Rémy? Jabulot says his mansion is superb."
"Pyramidic!"