One imitation drew on another; then succeeded anecdotes of the Stage, of the Senate, of the Bar.

Waife had heard great orators, whom every one still admires for the speeches which nobody nowadays ever reads; he gave a lively idea of each.

And then came sayings of dry humour and odd scraps of worldly observation; and time flew on pleasantly till the clock struck twelve, and the young guests tore themselves away.
"Merle, Merle!" cried the Comedian, when they were gone.
Merle appeared.
"We don't go to-morrow.

When Rugge sends for us (as he will do at daybreak), say so.

You shall lodge us a few days longer, and then--and then--my little Sophy, kiss me, kiss me! You are saved at least from those horrid painted creatures!" "Ah, ah!" growled Merle from below, "he has got the money! Glad to hear it.