Fougas was far from being one of them.

He never felt his equanimity seriously disturbed short of three bottles.

Often, in fact, he went much further without yielding.
The toasts presented at dessert were distinguished for pith and cordiality.

I would like to recount them in order, but am forced to admit that they would take up too much room, and that the last, which were the most touching, were not of a lucidity absolutely Voltairian.
They arose from the table at two o'clock, and betook themselves in a body to the _Cafe Militaire_, where the officers of the 23d placed a punch before the two colonels.

They had invited, with a feeling of eminent propriety, the superior officers of the regiment of cuirassiers.
Fougas, who was drunker, in his own proper person, than a whole battalion of _Suisses_, distributed a great many hand-shakings.