Two or three had remained seated, and had fallen across the table, when overcome.

Of these was Mother Capoulade, whose head lay sideways on her curled arms, and from whose throat there issued a resonant and melodious snore.

Most of the faces that La Boulaye could see were horribly livid and bedewed with sweat, and again it came into his mind to wonder whether he had overdone things, and they would wake no more.
On the other hand, an even greater fear beset him, that the drug might have been insufficient.

By way of testing it, he caught one fellow who lay across his path a violent kick in the side.

The man grunted in his sleep, and stirred slightly, to relapse almost at once into his helpless attitude, and to resume his regular breathing, which the blow had interrupted.
La Boulaye smiled his satisfaction, and without further hesitancy passed out into the yard.