CHAPTER VI.
AN ACHATES FOR AN AENEAS "What are you doing here ?" demanded the Chevalier roughly.
"Paul," sadly, "you are drunk." "So I am," moodily.

"How long ago since I was sober?
Bah! every pore in my body is a voice that calls loudly for wine.

Drunk?
My faith, yes! You make me laugh, Victor.

When was I ever sober?
As a boy I used to fall asleep in the cellars of the chateau.

But you.