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Updated: June 14, 2025
That well-known voice, that heart-piercing cry, which came from the bottom of the soul, seemed not unheard by Sleepinbuff.
This grotesque representative of the cholera was Sleepinbuff. Notwithstanding a slow and dangerous fever, caused by the excessive use of brandy, and by constant debauchery, that was silently undermining his constitution, Jacques Rennepont had been induced by Morok to join the masquerade.
Then, replacing his bottle on the table, he rose to go to the aid of Ninny Moulin, who was vainly endeavoring to hold Sleepinbuff. This sudden attack had none of the symptoms of cholera. Yet terror seized upon all present; one of the women was taken with hysterics, and another uttered piercing cries and fainted away.
This second carriage, open like the first, contained only the four dancers of the famous step of the Storm-blown Tulip Ninny Moulin, Rose Pompon, Sleepinbuff, and the Bacchanal Queen.
Here, without, the noise recommenced more furiously than ever, and Ninny Moulin's rattle sent forth the most doleful sounds. "Cephyse," said Sleepinbuff, "they will break everything to pieces, if you do not return to them, and I have nothing left to pay for the damage. Excuse us," added he, laughing, "but you see that royalty has its duties."
As he pronounced this name, the joyous countenance of Jacques became suddenly overcast. Cephyse, no longer under the influence of the painful impression she had felt for a moment, looked uneasily at Jacques, for she knew the irritation which the name of M. Tripeaud produced within him. "M. Tripeaud," resumed Sleepinbuff, "is one that would make the good bad, and the bad worse.
The waiter added a few more words, when Sleepinbuff's face assumed an expression of uneasiness, as he answered. "Very well! I come directly," and he made a step towards the door. "What's the matter, Jacques?" asked the Bacchanal Queen, in some surprise. "I'll be back immediately. Some one take my place. Go on with the dance," said Sleepinbuff, as he hastily left the room.
Gabriel was therefore quite ignorant of the family ties which united him with the daughters of Marshal Simon, with Mdlle. de Cardoville, with M. Hardy, Prince Djalma, and Sleepinbuff. In a word, if it had then been revealed to him that he was the heir of Marius de Rennepont, he would have believed himself the only descendant of the family.
"And if I had arrived at the conviction that it was neither white nor red?" asked Dumoulin, with a magisterial air. "That could only be when you had drunk till all was blue," observed Sleepinbuff. "The partner of the Queen says well. One may be too athirst for science; but never mind!
"Here," said Sleepinbuff, interrupting, and giving Mother Bunch a purse; "take this all the expenses here have been paid beforehand this is what remains of my last bag. You will find here some twenty-five or thirty Napoleons, and I cannot make a better use of them than to serve a comrade in distress.
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