"Messieurs—messieurs—mesdames—"
But they did not listen to him. They whirled about, they jumped, they brawled.
At last, the dancing ceased. M. Saval uttered the word:
"Messieurs—"
A tall young fellow, fair-haired and bearded to the nose, interrupted him:
"What's your name, my friend?"
The notary, quite scared, said:
"I am M. Saval."
A voice exclaimed:
"You mean Baptiste."