Where the chocolate fails, however, the _marron glace_ is an infallible specific.
I recommend that we lay in a liberal supply of both weapons." "Carried by acclamation," said Mueller.

"We can buy them on our way, in the Rue Vivienne.

A capital shop; but one that I never patronize--they give no credit." Chatting thus, and laughing, we made our way across the Boulevard and through a net-work of by-streets into the Rue Vivienne, where we laid siege to a great bon-bon shop--a gigantic depot for dyspepsia at so much per kilogramme--and there filled our pockets with sweets of every imaginable flavor and color.

This done, a cab conveyed us in something less than ten minutes across the Pont Neuf to the Quartier Latin.
Mueller's friends were three in number, and all students--one of art, one of law, and one of medicine.

They lodged at the top of a dingy house near the Odeon, and being very great friends and very near neighbors were giving this entertainment conjointly.