Aug. Once for all you can’t pay.
Alph. (Aside.) No, I’m —— if I can. (Aloud.) Well, if you insist upon it, I suppose I must give in.
Aug. Now, there’s a sensible fellow. You can pay next time, see?
Alph. Oh, yes!
Aug. A little supper, eh, at the Café Royal?
Alph. (Aside.) Yes, two of eels and a ha’poth of bread. (Aloud.) Certainly, old boy.
Aug. We’ll make a little party—two nice girls, eh? What do you think of a little fricassée de poulet et pommes de terres frites?
Alph. No, I don’t think so; but I never go in for politics.
Aug. You funny fellow, you will have your little joke! But I’ll go and order these drinks. What shall it be—Moët?
Alph. Yes, the more the merrier.