Lorilleux shook his head. He was born on the same day as the Comte de Chambord, September 29, 1820, and this coincidence dwelt in his mind. He seemed to feel that there was a certain connection between the return of the king to France and his own personal fortunes. He did not say distinctly what he expected, but it was clear that it was something very agreeable. The dessert was now on the table--a floating island flanked by two plates of cheese and two of fruit. The floating island was a great success. Mes-Bottes ate all the cheese and called for more bread. And then as some of the custard was left in the dish, he pulled it toward him and ate it as if it had been soup. "How extraordinary!" said Madinier, filled with admiration. The men rose to light their pipes and, as they passed Mes-Bottes, asked him how he felt. Bibi-la-Grillade lifted him from the floor, chair and all. "Zounds!" he cried. "The fellow's weight has doubled!" Coupeau declared his friend had only just begun his night's work, that he would eat bread until dawn. The waiters, pale with fright, disappeared. Boche went downstairs on a tour of inspection and stated that the establishment was in a state of confusion, that the proprietor, in consternation, had sent out to all the bakers in the neighborhood, that the house, in fact, had an utterly ruined aspect. "I should not like to take you to board," said Mme Gaudron. "Let us have a punch," cried Mes-Bottes. But Coupeau, seeing his wife's troubled face, interfered and said no one should drink anything more. They had all had enough. This declaration met with the approval of some of the party, but the others sided with Mes-Bottes. "Those who are thirsty are thirsty," he said. "No one need drink that does not wish to do so, I am sure." And he added with a wink, "There will be all the more for those who do!" Then Coupeau said they would settle the account, and his friend could do as he pleased afterward. Alas! Mes-Bottes could produce only three francs; he had changed his five-franc piece, and the remainder had melted away somehow on the road from St-Denis. He handed over the three francs, and Coupeau, greatly indignant, borrowed the other two from his brother-in-law, who gave the money secretly, being afraid of his wife. M. Madinier had taken a plate. The ladies each laid down their five francs quietly and timidly, and then the men retreated to the other end of the room and counted up the amount, and each man added to his subscription five sous for the _garcon_. But when M. Madinier sent for the proprietor the little assembly were shocked at hearing him say that this was not all; there were "extras."