At the end of five minutes he rang the bell.

A waiter appeared.
"Hasn't the wig-maker come ?" asked Morgan.
In those days wig-makers were not yet called hair-dressers.
"Yes, citizen," replied the waiter, "he came, but you had not yet returned, so he left word that he'd come back.

Some one knocked just as you rang; it's probably--" "Here, here," cried a voice on the stairs.
"Ah! bravo," exclaimed Morgan.

"Come in, Master Cadenette; you must make a sort of Adonis of me." "That won't be difficult, Monsieur le Baron," replied the wig-maker.
"Look here, look here; do you mean to compromise me, citizen Cadenette ?" "Monsieur le Baron, I entreat you, call me Cadenette; you'll honor me by that proof of familiarity; but don't call me citizen.

Fie; that's a revolutionary denomination! Even in the worst of the Terror I always called my wife Madame Cadenette.