"Pending the time when you make rosières, pay the bill and let us go."
"Already?"
"Do you propose to pass your life in restaurants?"
"No, of course not; but it’s only half-past twelve, messieurs.—What does one do all day long when one is rich?"
"Attends to his business, when he has any, and enjoys himself when he has an opportunity—and that doesn’t happen every day."
"I don’t propose to leave you to-day, my friends. I will take you wherever you would like to go; to the Bouffes if you please; there’s a performance there to-day. That’s the rich man’s theatre, and I shall go nowhere else; but it isn’t one o’clock, and we can’t go to the Bouffes in the morning."
"Edouard and I are going for a ride," said Alfred, "and we shall probably take a turn in the Bois de Boulogne."
"To ride!" cried Robineau; "the devil! that’s my style; I’ll go with you!"
"Do you know how to sit a horse?"
"Never fear. It would be a great joke if a man with twenty-five thousand francs a year shouldn’t know how to sit on a horse!"