“Ha! Try again, of course! Can’t do things half-way with a man like you. The sin’s committed; we’ll drink again.” And Antoine held out his glass. Montbar filled it to the brim.
“Now,” said Antoine, eying the bottle, and making sure it was empty, “there must be no mistake. Her name?”
“To the beautiful Josephine!” said Montbar.
“To the beautiful Josephine!” repeated Antoine.
And he swallowed the Burgundy with increasing satisfaction. Then, after drinking, and wiping his lips on his sleeve, he said, as he set the glass on the table: “Hey! one moment, citizen.”
“What now?” exclaimed Montbar. “Anything wrong this time?”
“I should say so. We’ve made a great blunder but it’s too late now.”
“Why so?”
“The bottle is empty.”
“That one, yes; but not this one.”