And surely you paid a visit to the grand salon where the ball was given that night? What a gay scene it was!
Yes, I went in there too. But judge of my surprise when I found it in darkness, with the windows broken, and the wind whistling round the cornices!
Ah! That would serve as music.
Yes, of course. And the walls were all lined with guests—with guests sitting there in the darkness! You should have seen how queer they looked!
We can imagine it.
And you should have heard them ejaculating with their old wheedling lips, "How rich it all is! How sumptuous!"
Oh, you are joking!
Yes, I am only joking. You know my playful disposition.
How "rich" indeed, how "sumptuous," everything must have looked when you went in!
Man, do you remember the tune that played at your ball?