"Well, then, speak as usual, or I shall believe you have no friendship for me, and that would break my heart."
"As you like," said Micou, sighing. "I have busied myself with all your little commissions."
"Well spoken, Micou. I knew well that you would not forget friends. The weed?"
"I have left two pounds at the office, my lad."
"Is it good?"
"None better."
"And the ham?"
"Also left there, with a quartern loaf. I have added a little surprise you did not expect—half a dozen hard-boiled eggs, and a fine Dutch cheese."
"That's what I call acting like a pal! And wine?"
"There are six bottles, sealed; but, you know, they will only give you one bottle a day."