"Pure modesty. Hang it! I wish I could take a lesson from you. We have had our supper. While waiting for your master to come, let us play a game to pass the time."
"That will be very difficult; for we have no cards here. When by chance I have found some upstairs which have been left by my master and his friends I have burned or sold them."
"That is very awkward; and I, who have nearly always a pack in my pocket, necessarily left mine at home."
"Wait, Chaudoreille! taste this liqueur. That will be much better than playing."
Thus saying, Marcel filled two glasses with crême de vanille and placed one before his comrade.
"Yes, I am very fond of liqueur," said Chaudoreille. "This has an exquisite perfume. We could have drunk and played at the same time."
"But I tell you that I have not any cards."
"You have some dice, at least."
"No more than I have cards."
"Mercy! Some dominoes?"