"Most certainly."
"Well, then, I shall fling you out of the door!"
"You?"
"Do you suppose I should hesitate to do so?"
"You?"
"Would you like a sample now?"
"Upon my word I should!"
"Ah! you dare me to it? Then look out."
M. Deviolaine got up and flew furiously at me. I threw my arms round his neck, and kissed him on both cheeks. He stopped short, and something very like a tear glistened on his eyelid.
"You can go, Féresse," he said.