“Here they are! here they are! they have come to arrest me!”
“To arrest you,” said Dufresne; “who, for God’s sake?”
“Ha! ha! what fools you are!” cried Lampin, rising and trying to maintain his equilibrium; “one of them is dreaming and the other one doesn’t see it!”
“Ah! it was only a dream,” said Edouard, passing his hand across his brow.
“Why, yes! you are a couple of babies; but, my boy, don’t take it into your head to grasp my windpipe again, or I shall lose my temper for good and all.”
“It’s getting late, messieurs,” said Dufresne; “I’m tired and I’m going to lie down!”
“Well, go! Our friend here will keep me company and finish up this bottle of rum.”
“No, I’m going to bed too; my head is in a whirl already.”
“Go to the devil! I will drink all by myself.”
“Once more, Lampin, don’t make so much noise; it may annoy the neighbors.”