The cards of invitation announced that the ceremony would take place at the church of Saint Thomas d’Aquin, on the third of March, at one o’clock precisely. It is unnecessary to say that the high altar had been engaged and all the mise en scène of first-class marriages.
On the third of March, at eight o’clock in the morning, M. l’Ambert woke up without being called smiled at the first rays of a beautiful day, took his handkerchief from under his pillow, and carried it to his nose so as to clear up his ideas. But his nose was no longer there, and the cambric handkerchief covered nothing but an empty void.