"It seems that he hastened the ceremony after our last interview; for that was only twelve days ago, and to-day I learned that the wedding was to take place at Notre-Dame-de-Lorette, to be followed by a banquet and ball here."
"Yes, and then you lost your head! You said to yourself: 'I will be there, I want to see what sort of a face the faithless creature will make when she sees me.'"
"True, monsieur, true. But they must have misinformed me as to the hour of the ceremony, for when I reached the church it was all over--they had gone."
"So much the better! that saved you one stab."
"Then I started off like a madman and ran all the way here, saying to myself: 'I simply must see her!'--And you know the rest, monsieur."
"I do, indeed; and if I hadn't been here, God knows what would have happened! But I'm a lucky dog; I almost always turn up when I'm wanted. Let us water the macaroni! I defy all the wedding parties in the place to dine better than me!"
Cherami had reached the dessert stage; he had amply repaired the ravages wrought in his stomach by the privation of the previous day, and he had watered his food so copiously with madeira, bordeaux, and champagne, that his face had become very red, his eyes very small, and his tongue very thick, which fact did not prevent his making constant use of it.
Gustave had drunk only two glasses of champagne; but, as he had eaten nothing at all, that had made him slightly tipsy, and he was beginning anew his trips from the dining-room to the corridor, when the waiter who served them hurried up to him, saying:
"The ladies are leaving the table, monsieur; I believe they are going to dress for the ball, for some of them have already put on their hats."
"Hurry back, then; take the bride's sister, Mademoiselle Adolphine, aside, and tell her that--Monsieur Gustave insists upon speaking to her--that I am waiting for her at the end of the corridor. Tell her that she simply must come; you understand, she must come! See, here are five francs more for you."
"Very good, monsieur. The bride's sister. But I don't know her, do I?"
Gustave returned to the private room, where Cherami was occupied in admiring the bubbling of the champagne in his glass.
"She is coming! I am going to speak to her!" cried the young man.