“Come, and let us all be merry, Pretty maids and soldiers gay!”
M. Saval, thunderstruck, remained standing in evening dress under the chandelier. The procession of revellers caught sight of him, and uttered a shout:
“A Jeames! A Jeames!”
And they began whirling round him, surrounding him with a circle of vociferations. Then they took each other by the hand and went dancing about madly.
He attempted to explain:
“Messieurs—messieurs—mesdames——”
But they did not listen to him. They whirled about, they jumped, they brawled.
At last, the dancing ceased. M. Saval said:
“Gentlemen——”
A tall young fellow, fair-haired and bearded to the nose, interrupted him: