"I ... come to Havre with you?... But you are not dreaming of such a thing as that, Antoine?"
"On the contrary, it is just what I am doing. Have a glass of champagne?"
"Thanks, I have already drunk too much!"
"Ah! to the health of your poor people ... that is a toast you cannot resist."
"Yes, but only a drop."
"A drop! When you drank the glass full to the king? Ah! that is not scriptural, my dear Remy. Our Saviour said: 'The first shall be last ...' A full glass for the poor of Boulogne or none at all."
"Here goes, then, for a full glass; but it is the last."
The abbé, good Catholic as he was, emptied his toast to the poor as gaily as that to the king.
"There!" said Bougainville. "Now it is agreed we set off for Havre."
"Antoine, you must be mad!"