CHAPTER VIII—THE DEATH OF A HORSE
“The dinners are better at Edon’s than at Bombarda’s,” exclaimed Zephine.
“I prefer Bombarda to Edon,” declared Blachevelle. “There is more luxury. It is more Asiatic. Look at the room downstairs; there are mirrors [glaces] on the walls.”
“I prefer them [glaces, ices] on my plate,” said Favourite.
Blachevelle persisted:—
“Look at the knives. The handles are of silver at Bombarda’s and of bone at Edon’s. Now, silver is more valuable than bone.”
“Except for those who have a silver chin,” observed Tholomyes.
He was looking at the dome of the Invalides, which was visible from Bombarda’s windows.
A pause ensued.
“Tholomyes,” exclaimed Fameuil, “Listolier and I were having a discussion just now.”
“A discussion is a good thing,” replied Tholomyes; “a qu
