“Oh, yes, monsieur; and all old wines.”
“I imagine so, if they were laid in by our young friend’s father.—Come, O model of old retainers, go and bring us several more bottles. When a cellar has been left in peace for a generation, it seems to me that it is high time to empty it.”
Jasmin hastened to do as he was requested, and Monfréville said to Daréna:
“But you give orders without even consulting the master of the house!”
“My friend has given me carte blanche, and I am making the most of it.”
“Yes, monsieur,” said Chérubin; “pray do whatever you choose in my house.”
Daréna leaned toward Monfréville and said in his ear:
“He was already talking of going back to Gagny this morning; if we don’t make the young fellow giddy, he is capable of returning to his nurse, and that would be downright murder!”
“Aren’t you going to breakfast with us, monsieur?” Chérubin asked Monfréville.
“Thanks, my young friend, but I have breakfasted. Were you satisfied with the tradespeople whom I sent to you this morning?”