"On all three of us?"
"That makes three, with me; yes, sir."
"Excuse me, four."
"I hope the fourth will have the sense to go and dine elsewhere."
"Come, come, Monsieur Mouillard; your nephew, your ward—"
"I ceased to be his guardian four years ago, and his uncle three weeks ago."
"He longs to put an end to this ill feeling—"
"Allow me to rest a little," said M. Mouillard, "in order that I may be in a better condition to receive my guests."
He lay down again, and showed clearly his intention of saying not another word on the subject.
During the conversation between M. Charnot and my uncle, to which we had listened from the foot of the staircase, Jeanne, who had a moment before been rejoicing over the completeness of the victory which she thought she had achieved, grew quite downhearted.