Chap.

 1        1|           were found tiresome. Old Bosc, an imbecile Jupiter with
 2        4|          Prulliere, Fontan and old Bosc. At this Nana looked sedate
 3        4|        third–rate play actors. Old Bosc was always drunk; Prulliere
 4        5|            going on the stage.~Old Bosc, too, had just made his
 5        5|          it in from the cafe,” old Bosc slowly announced. He was
 6        5|         details in their ears. Old Bosc had never budged an inch—
 7        5|           on the bench beside him. Bosc remained grave and absorbed.~“
 8        5|            came into the room.~Old Bosc himself gave them the tips
 9        5|           fourth scene as yet, but Bosc got up in obedience to instinct,
10        5|        opening the door.~“Monsieur Bosc!” he called. “Mademoiselle
11        5|            shoulders and went out. Bosc, without hurrying at all,
12        5|       after her scene.~“Oh, Father Bosc HAS just scored!” she cried. “
13        5|         outside with Prulliere and Bosc, and all three had bottles
14        5|          have knocked the ceiling, Bosc, in his purple cloak and
15        5|            Highness!” said ancient Bosc royally.~“To the army!”
16        5|          treated the masqueraders, Bosc and Prulliere, as if the
17        5|         interchange of civilities. Bosc, having dipped his beard
18        5|          for the close of the act. Bosc and Fontan sat on the floor
19        5|          they got outside. Fontan, Bosc and Prulliere, on the other
20        8|            Fontan had come in with Bosc and Prulliere, and the company
21        8|         comfortable you are here!” Bosc kept repeating, simply for
22        8| overwhelmed him with caresses, but Bosc was bored and talked of
23        8|         dinner was very merry, but Bosc suffered from the near neighborhood
24        8|      plenty of time ahead of you!” Bosc kept repeating with his
25        8|          Lerat, who popped it into Bosc’s glass. Whereupon there
26        8|            to an abominable taste.~Bosc contented himself by dining
27        8|          be sure, but a frivolous! Bosc had on more than one occasion
28        8|           Twice a week, regularly, Bosc had indigestion. One evening
29        8|        forget all her sorrows when Bosc sat there bursting with
30        8|           his real interests. When Bosc made his customary remarks
31        9|        they begin?”~“It’s Monsieur Bosc that has disappeared,” replied
32        9|          and everybody shouted for Bosc while Bordenave swore.~“
33        9|           after four o’clock.”~But Bosc just then came in with supreme
34        9|    changing her voice, she greeted Bosc with a little cry:~“La,
35        9|         Madame will be delighted.”~Bosc had muddy trousers and a
36        9|           go on with him while old Bosc slowly returned to his seat,
37        9|            getting on his nerves.”~Bosc shrugged his shoulders;
38        9|           was now figuring away in Bosc’s arms and emphasizing it
39        9|       Father Cossard turned toward Bosc and smacked his lips vigorously.~“
40        9|          put his word in, and even Bosc made so bold as to give
41        9|          Barillot! Eh? What? Isn’t Bosc there? Is he bloody well
42        9|            making game of me now?”~Bosc, however, made his appearance
43        9|         part back into his pocket. Bosc and Fontan had appeared
44        9|         And so it chanced that old Bosc went grumbling away at the