“That is all full of gold, monsieur,” said Jasmin, pointing to the cash drawer in the secretary; “and it’s all yours. And when it’s all gone, there is plenty more; you have only to apply to your banker. And one can enjoy so much in Paris with money.” “Jasmin, you know that I don’t like to be thwarted. Where are my clothes and my shoes?” “I threw them all out of the window, monsieur, except what Monsieur de Monfréville brought you yesterday.” “What does that mean? Do you mean that I haven’t any trousers to put on? Are you mad, Jasmin?” “It was Monsieur de Monfréville who advised me to throw away all monsieur’s old things. But there’s a tailor waiting outside, and a boot-maker and a shirt-maker and a hatter, who have brought some things that are more in style. It was Monsieur de Monfréville again who sent them all here; they’ve been waiting an hour for you to wake.” “Let them come in then.” The tradesmen were admitted. Each of them was attended by a boy laden with merchandise. While Chérubin selected those things which pleased him and which he was told were the most fashionable, Comte Daréna was announced. Daréna wore his old ragged coat, his shapeless hat, and his rumpled cravat of the night before; but he appeared with his usual charming and playful manner, and shook the young man’s hand with great heartiness, crying: “Here I am, my dear fellow; I intended to be here to salute you when you woke. I have come to breakfast with you.--Ah! you are making purchases? You should have left that to me; I would have sent my tradesmen to you. You left very suddenly last night, did you not? The ladies were all terribly surprised when they found that you were no longer there.” “Monsieur d’Hurbain told me it was time to go--that we ought not to stay any longer at a restaurant,” replied Chérubin artlessly. “Ah! charming! delicious!--In Paris you stay at a restaurant as late as you choose--you even pass the night there when the fancy strikes you. Your Monsieur d’Hurbain is a most estimable man, but he is not of our time, nor on the level of the age we live in. Luckily he won’t always be with you, for he would be a terrible bore.--Aren’t you going to take this blue coat?” “I have already selected two sack coats and two frock coats.” “Then I’ll take it; I can see at a glance that it will look well on me. I am also attracted by this little polonaise--it’s a whim. Parbleu! I like the color of these trousers; I’ll take them and these two waistcoats. When I am once started, there is no good reason why I should stop. Here are some shirts which should fit me perfectly. They make shirts now that fit as tight as a coat; I will take this dozen. These boots look as if they were well made.--You have a very pretty foot, Chérubin, of the same type as mine. I will take this pair of boots. Are they the same size as the ones selected by monsieur le marquis?” “Yes, monsieur,” the boot-maker replied, with a bow.