Fisker had started, as the reader will perhaps remember, on the morning of Saturday, 19th April, leaving Sir Felix at the Club at about seven in the morning. All that day his mother was unable to see him. She found him asleep in his room at noon and again at two; and when she sought him again he had flown. But on the Sunday she caught him. "I hope," she said, "you'll stay at home on Tuesday evening." Hitherto she had never succeeded in inducing him to grace her evening parties by his presence.
"All your people are coming! You know, mother, it is such an awful bore."
"Madame Melmotte and her daughter will be here."

Fisker had departed on the 19th of April, leaving Sir Felix at the Club. All that day his mother was unable to see him. She found him asleep in his room at noon and again at two; and when she sought him again he had flown. But the next day she caught him.
"I hope," she said, "you'll stay at home on Tuesday evening." Hitherto she had never succeeded in inducing him to attend her evening parties.
"Mother, it is such an awful bore."
"Madame Melmotte and her daughter will be here."
