How these coarse young men lied! Gustave seemed to him a genuine idiot, Arthur Papillon a pedant, and as to Jocquelet, he was as unbearable as a large fly buzzing between the glass and the curtain of a nervous man's room.

Fortunately, Maurice made a little diversion by bursting into a laugh.
"Well, my friends, you are all simpletons," he exclaimed.

"I am not like you, thank fortune! I do not sputter over my soup.

Long life to women! Yes, all of them, pretty and otherwise! For, upon my word, there are no ugly ones.

I do not notice that Miss Keepsake has feet like the English, and I forget the barmaid's ruddy complexion, if she is attractive otherwise.