He had reached his full growth, his beard was thriving; adolescence had given place to virility.

The mother could not refrain from admiring her son and kissing him, as she said:-- "Amuse yourself, my dear boy, but remember the advice of our good Monsieur Godeschal.

Ah! by the bye, I was nearly forgetting! Here's a present our friend Moreau sends you.

See! what a pretty pocket-book." "And I want it, too; for the master gave me five hundred francs to get that cursed judgment of Vandernesse versus Vandernesse, and I don't want to leave that sum of money in my room." "But, surely, you are not going to carry it with you!" exclaimed his mother, in alarm.

"Suppose you should lose a sum like that! Hadn't you better give it to Monsieur Godeschal for safe keeping ?" "Godeschal!" cried Oscar, who thought his mother's suggestion excellent.
But Godeschal, who, like all clerks, has his time to himself on Sundays, from ten to two o'clock, had already departed.
When his mother left him, Oscar went to lounge upon the boulevards until it was time to go to Georges Marest's breakfast.