_Valse_ succeeded _valse_, and galop followed galop, till the orchestra declared they could play no longer, and the gentleman with the shovel and tongs collapsed in a corner of the room and went to sleep with his head in the coal-scuttle.

Then the ballet-ladies were prevailed upon to favor us with a _pas de deux_; after which Mueller sang a comic song with a chorus, in which everybody joined; and then the orchestra was bribed with hot brandy-and-water, and dancing commenced again.

By this time the visitors began to drop away in twos and threes, and even the fair Josephine, to whom I had never ceased paying the most devoted attention, declared she could not stir another step.

As for Dalrymple, he had disappeared during supper, without a word of leave-taking to any one.
Matters being at this pass, I looked at my watch, and found that it was already half-past six o'clock; so, having bade good-night, or rather good-morning, to Messieurs Jules, Gustave, and Adrien, and having, with great difficulty, discovered my own coat and hat among the miscellaneous collection in the adjoining bed-room, I prepared to escort Mademoiselle Josephine to her home.
"Going already ?" said Mueller, encountering us on the landing, with a roll in one hand and a Bologna sausage in the other.
"Already! Why, my dear fellow, it is nearly seven o'clock!" "_Qu'importe_?
Come up to the supper-room and have some breakfast!" "Not for the world!" "Well, _chacun a son gout_.

I am as hungry as a hunter." "Can I not take you any part of your way ?" "No, thank you.