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Adolphe has ordered a dainty little dinner for two, at Borrel's Rocher de Cancale. "As we are going to the Varieties, suppose we dine at the tavern," exclaims Adolphe, on the boulevard, with the air of a man suddenly struck by a generous idea.

Dutocq, having still a portion of the cost of his practice to pay off, was forced to live very sparingly, so that a dinner at the Rocher de Cancale was something of an event in the economy of his straitened existence.

The Rocher de Cancale is the Greenwich of Paris; the oysters and various other kinds of fish served up con gusto, attracting people to it, as the white bait draw visitors to Greenwich. Our dinner was excellent, and our party very agreeable. A dîner de restaurant is pleasant from its novelty.

"The best thing in the world," he cried, "and one gets it so seldom since the old Rocher de Cancale has lost its renown. At private houses, what does one get now? blanc de poulet, flavourless trash. After all, Gandrin, when we lose the love-letters, it is some consolation that laitances de carpes and sautes de foie gras are still left to fill up the void in our hearts.

I learned the next morning that he evinced every desire to drown Bäader in the surf for bringing him to such an inn, and was restrained only by the knowledge that I should miss his protection during my one night in Cancale. "Moreover, it is ze grande fête to-night ze fête of ze République. Zare are fireworks and illumination and music by ze municipality. It is simple, but quite of ze people.

He ordered splendid apartmince, then, for the nex week; a carridge-and-four for Fontainebleau to-morrow at 12 precisely; and having settled all these things, went quietly to the "Roshy de Cancale," where he dined: as well he might, for it was now eight o'clock.

The morning of the day on which the dinner at the Rocher de Cancale was to take place, la Peyrade, weary of a performance which had ended by preoccupying his mind, went up to the woman and asked her pointblank if she had any request to make of him. "Monsieur," she answered, in a tone of solemnity, "is, I think, the celebrated Monsieur de la Peyrade, the advocate of the poor?"

It is my misfortune, Reader, to be rapidly bored. I cannot sit out a sermon, much less a play; amusement is the most tedious of human pursuits. "You are tired of this, surely," said I to the Devil; "let us go!" "Whither?" said Asmodeus. "Why, 'tis a starlit night, let us ride over to Paris, and sup, as you promised, at the Rocher de Cancale." "Volontiers."

I shall be sorry for him, though." Bixiou. He's rich; his wife gives parties and doesn't ask me, me, who go everywhere! Henry. "You are so rich, you!" Bixiou. "Not bad, my Cincinnatus! But you'll give me that dinner at the Rocher de Cancale." Poiret. "It is absolutely impossible for me to understand Monsieur Bixiou."