"Do you know Tobie's address, Mouillot?"
"Tobie's address? how should I know it? he never asks one to come and see him. When he invites his friends to breakfast, the mice will dance the cancan! By the way, has he redeemed his fetich?"
"No; Varinet hasn't seen him."
"Poor Varinet! that olive must be a little stale."
"So you don't know Monsieur Pigeonnier's address?"
"Not I."
"The first time that I had the honor of seeing the gentleman," said Varinet, swallowing a glass of water, "he told me that he was a commission merchant. If that is so, his name and address ought to be in the directory."
The other young men laughed heartily at Varinet's suggestion.
"Ha! ha! commission merchant!"
"That kind is never in the directory!"