“I?”
“You.”
“Ha! I’m curious to know what. Clear it up, clear it up!” And he held out his glass.
“You drive the mail to Chambéry to-morrow, don’t you?”
“Yes; at six o’clock.”
“Well, suppose that Antoine is a good fellow?”
“No supposing about it; he is!”
“Well, this is what Antoine does—”
“Go on; what does he do?”
“In the first place, he empties his glass.”