"Plumard, we must go into the old clothes business; it pays."
"Why does he call me spaniel and poodle? I get tired of that, in the end.—Let's take a drink!"
"Your health, boys!—Ah! when she sees me thus, as brilliant as the sun, I shall be one too many for her four-faced lover!"
"Bahuchet's infernal pomade is responsible for my wearing this round thing on my head!"
"Your health, O my infanta!"
"Thirty pistoles! I make a profit of a hundred per cent, and I am tempted not to give my uncle anything."
"O Miretta! I will lay my little hoard at thy feet, and myself as well!"
"The devil take Maître Bourdinard's office! I propose to enjoy myself; I work no more!"
In the midst of this hubbub, the bottles being empty, Passedix paid no further heed to the two clerks, but left the hotel, to display himself to an admiring Paris and to seek Miretta.
Bahuchet and his friend followed him to Place aux Chats. There they stopped, looked at each other, and began to laugh. They linked arms, each thinking that he was supporting the other, and Bahuchet stammered: