He was aroused from his first sleep that night by the irruption of Bonzig in a tremendous state of excitement. It seems that a certain Baron (whose name I've forgotten), and whose little son the ex-usher had once coached in early Latin and Greek, had written, begging him to call and see him at his château near Melun; that Bonzig had walked there that very day--thirty miles; and found the Baron was leaving next morning for a villa he possessed near Étretat, and wished him to join him there the day after, and stay with him for a couple of months--to coach his son in more classics for a couple of hours in the forenoon. Bonzig was to dispose of the rest of his time as he liked, except that he was commissioned to paint six "marines" for the baronial dining-room; and the Baron had most considerately given him four hundred francs in advance! "So, then, to-morrow afternoon at six, my dear Josselin, you dine with _me_, for once--not in the Passage Choiseul this time, good as it is there! But at Babet's, en plein Palais Royal! un jour de séparation, vous comprenez! the dinner will be good, I promise you: a calf's head à la vinaigrette--they are famous for that, at Babet's--and for their Pauillac and their St.-Estèphe; at least, I'm told so! nous en ferons l'expérience.... And now I bid you good-night, as I have to be up before the day--so many things to buy and settle and arrange--first of all to procure myself a 'maillot' and a 'peignoir,' and shoes for the beach! I know where to get these things much cheaper than at the seaside. Oh! la mer, la mer! Enfin je vais piquer ma tête [take my header] là dedans--_et pas plus tard qu'après-demain soir_.... À demain, très-cher camarade--six heures--chez Babet!" And, delirious with joyful anticipations, the good Bonzig ran away--all but "piquant sa tête" down the narrow staircase, and whistling "Mon Aldegonde" at the very top of his whistle; and even outside he shouted: "Ouïle--mé--sekile rô, sekile rô, sekile rô ... Ouïle--mé--sekile rô Tat brinn my laddé ôme!" He had to be silenced by a sergent de ville. And next day they dined at Babet's, and Bonzig was so happy he had to beg pardon for his want of feeling at seeming so exuberant "un jour de séparation! mais venez aussi, Josselin--nous piquerons nos têtes ensemble, et nagerons de conserve...." But Barty could not afford this little outing, and he was very sad--with a sadness that not all the Pauillac and St.-Estèphe in M. Babet's cellars could have dispelled. He made his friend a present of a beautiful pair of razors--English razors, which he no longer needed, since he no longer meant to shave--"en signe de mon deuil!" as he said. They had been the gift of Lord Archibald in happier days. Alas! he had forgotten to give his uncle Archie the traditional halfpenny, but he took good care to extract a sou from le Grand Bonzig!