“You’re right, Antoine. The family name must follow. To the beautiful Josephine—”
“Stop. This glass was begun; it won’t do. If the health is to do her any good, we’ll have to empty it and fill it again.”
He put the glass to his lips.
“There, it’s empty,” he said.
“And full,” added Montbar, putting the bottle to the glass.
“I’m ready. To the beautiful Josephine—”
“To the beautiful Josephine—Lollier!”
And Montbar emptied his glass.
“By the Lord!” exclaimed Antoine. “Wait a moment. Josephine Lollier! Why, I know her.”
“I didn’t say you didn’t.”