But they had not much longer to complain, for at the end the officers left the dining-room, filed past the door of the Blue Chamber with a great clattering of spurs and sabres, and shouted one after the other—
"Good night, madam bride!"
Then all noise stopped. No, I am mistaken; the Englishman came out into the passage and cried out—
"Waiter! bring me another bottle of the same port."
Quiet was restored in the hotel of N———. The night was fine and the moon at the full. From time immemorial lovers have been pleased to gaze at our satellite. Léon and his lover opened their window, which looked on a small garden, and breathed with delight the fresh air, which was filled with the scent of a bower of clematis.
They had not looked out long, however, before a man came to walk in the garden. His head was bowed, his arms crossed, and he had a cigar in his mouth. Léon thought he recognised the nephew of the Englishman who was fond of good port wine. ***** I dislike useless details, and, besides, I do not feel called upon to tell the reader things
