CHAPTER X.ANOTHER CATASTROPHE.
About eleven the next morning, a terrible sound awoke the unfortunate clerk.

Recognizing the voice of his uncle Cardot, he thought it wise to feign sleep, and so turned his face into the yellow velvet cushions on which he had passed the night.
"Really, my little Florentine," said the old gentleman, "this is neither right nor sensible; you danced last evening in 'Les Ruines,' and you have spent the night in an orgy.

That's deliberately going to work to lose your freshness.

Besides which, it was ungrateful to inaugurate this beautiful apartment without even letting me know.

Who knows what has been going on here ?" "Old monster!" cried Florentine, "haven't you a key that lets you in at all hours?
My ball lasted till five in the morning, and you have the cruelty to come and wake me up at eleven!" "Half-past eleven, Titine," observed Cardot, humbly.