"From the Minister of War! I am sure it is my nomination as Knight of the Legion of Honour, which I have long solicited.

At last they have done justice to my good conduct.

Here, Durand," said he, fumbling in his waistcoat-pocket, "here are five francs to drink to my health.

Stay! I haven't my purse about me.

Wait, and I will give you the money in a moment." The porter was so overcome by this stunning fit of generosity, which was not at all in accordance with his landlord's ordinary habits, that he absolutely put on his cap again.
But Monsieur Bernard, who at any other time would have severely reprimanded this infraction of the laws of social hierarchy, appeared not to notice it.