ThepyrotechnicpiecessenttoMonsieurTuvachehad，throughanexcessofcaution，beenshutupinhiscellar，andsothedamppowderwouldnotlight，andtheprincipalsetpiece，thatwastorepresentadragonbitinghistail，failedcompletely。NowandthenameagreRoman-candlewentoff；thenthegapingcrowdsentupashoutthatmingledwiththecryofthewomen，whosewaistswerebeingsqueezedinthedarkness。EmmasilentlynestledagainstCharles’sshoulder；then，raisingherchin，shewatchedtheluminousraysoftherocketsagainstthedarksky。Rodolphegazedatherinthelightoftheburninglanterns。
Theywentoutonebyone。Thestarsshoneout。Afewcropsofrainbegantofall。Sheknottedherfichuroundherbarehead。
Atthismomentthecouncillor’scarriagecameoutfromtheinn。
Hiscoachman，whowasdrunk，suddenlydozedoff，andonecouldseefromthedistance，abovethehood，betweenthetwolanterns，themassofhisbody，thatswayedfromrighttoleftwiththegivingofthetraces。
“Truly，“saidthedruggist，“oneoughttoproceedmostrigorouslyagainstdrunkenness!Ishouldliketoseewrittenupweeklyatthedoorofthetownhallonaboardadhoc*thenamesofallthosewhoduringtheweekgotintoxicatedonalcohol。Besides，withregardtostatistics，onewouldthushave，asitwere，publicrecordsthatonecouldrefertoincaseofneed。Butexcuseme!“