Her husband, instead of following her, sent to Saint-Victor for some cigars, and smoked till daybreak, drinking kirsch-punch, a mixture unknown to the company.

This added greatly to the consideration in which he was held.
Charles, who was not of a facetious turn, did not shine at the wedding.
He answered feebly to the puns, doubles entendres*, compliments, and chaff that it was felt a duty to let off at him as soon as the soup appeared.
*Double meanings.
The next day, on the other hand, he seemed another man.

It was he who might rather have been taken for the virgin of the evening before, whilst the bride gave no sign that revealed anything.

The shrewdest did not know what to make of it, and they looked at her when she passed near them with an unbounded concentration of mind.

But Charles concealed nothing.