The guests were gone, the candles extinguished.

A single lamp lit up the solitude.
The two mandarins on the etagere were motionless in their obscure corner, and seemed to meditate gravely on the caprices of fortune.
"Well ?" demanded Mme.

Renault.
"I left him in his room, crazier and more obstinate than ever.

However, I've got an idea." "So much the better," said the father, "for we have none left.

Sadness has made us stupid.