He sat up in 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 time about it!”
He wanted to get up. He found that he was in no condition to do so. His clothes had disappeared. He blurted out:
“Madame, I——Then he remembered. What was he to do? He asked:
“Did Monsieur Romantin come back?”
The doorkeeper shouted:
“Will you take your dirty carcass out of this, so that he at any rate may not catch you here?”
M. Saval said, in a state of confusion:
“I haven't got my clothes; they have been taken away from me.”