"Monsieur, you upset my wife; when she fell, her elastic skirt sprang up over her head, so that everybody could see--what I alone have the right to see!" "Monsieur, you must give me satisfaction!" "Monsieur, you haven't seen the end of this!" While he was thus apostrophized on all sides, Cherami calmly wiped the perspiration from his face, and said: "Sapristi! what's the matter with them all? They are delightful!--I consider that you're a delightful lot! You ought to have got out of the way; that's what I did, when you ran into me while you were waltzing just now. Is it my fault, if you don't know how to keep on your legs? What a terrible thing, if your estimable daughter's nose is a little bruised; and if your wife, monsieur, did show some admirable things! It seems to me that you ought to be flattered by the accident, for everybody must envy your good fortune." These retorts were far from appeasing the wrath of the husbands, brothers, and fathers who had been maltreated in the persons of the objects of their affections. But Uncle Blanquette forced his way through the crowd, and said to him who had caused all the confusion, assuming a tone which he strove to make dignified: "Monsieur, you have caused a grave perturbation at my nephew's wedding party----" "Ha! ha! _perturbation_ is a pretty word; I must remember it. Never mind; proceed, Papa Blanquette." "People in our society do not indulge in such improper dances as those you have performed, monsieur." "But, if I remember right, Aunt Merlin seemed to enjoy that dance pretty well." "I didn't invite you to our ball, monsieur; so I consider it much too--much too----" "Presumptuous!--you can't find the word, but that's it, I fancy; eh?" "Yes, monsieur; too presumptuous, to appear where you're not invited, and especially in a costume so negligee as yours. You have thrown down enough persons; we don't care to have any more of it, and I beg you to go." "Ah! that's your idea of politeness, is it? Very good! bonsoir! I will go! Your party isn't so very fine, after all; I haven't seen a single glass of punch. And you fancy that you do things in style, do you? No, no! you're a long way behind the times!" "Be good enough to remember also, monsieur, that you owe me four hundred and ninety-five francs; and, if you don't quit, I will take harsh measures----" "Bravo! I expected that--that's the bouquet! The idea of talking about your account at a ball! Look you, old Blanquette: you make me sick! _Adieu, Rome, I go!_--Mesdames, I lay my homage at your feet. I am sorry to have jostled you a little; but, on my word of honor, it was the fault of your partners; they didn't know how to hold you." This fresh insult to the male portion of the guests renewed their wrath, and they threatened to attack Cherami. He removed his yellow glove and threw it at their feet, saying: