CHAPTERV
ATBOMBARDA’S
TheRussianmountainshavingbeenexhausted，theybegantothinkaboutdinner；andtheradiantpartyofeight，somewhatwearyatlast，becamestrandedinBombarda’spublichouse，abranchestablishmentwhichhadbeensetupintheChamps—Elyseesbythatfamousrestaurant—keeper，Bombarda，whosesigncouldthenbeseenintheRuedeRivoli，nearDelormeAlley。
Alargebutuglyroom，withanalcoveandabedattheend（theyhadbeenobligedtoputupwiththisaccommodationinviewoftheSundaycrowd）；twowindowswhencetheycouldsurveybeyondtheelms，thequayandtheriver；amagnificentAugustsunlightlightlytouchingthepanes；twotables；upononeofthematriumphantmountainofbouquets，mingledwiththehatsofmenandwomen；
attheotherthefourcouplesseatedroundamerryconfusionofplatters，dishes，glasses，andbottles；jugsofbeermingledwithflasksofwine；verylittleorderonthetable，somedisorderbeneathit；