"Whose teeth?"
"Your wife's."
"Mon Dieu! mademoiselle, don't you propose to talk about anything but my wife? I will confess that I didn't ask you to dine with me in order to hear you talk about her."
"That may be; but the subject is very interesting to me."
"Must I tell you again, my lovely Georgette, that in Paris I have no wife, that I am a bachelor again?"
"True; I know perfectly well that you would like to make people think so. But, after all, my dear Monsieur Dupont, you may be quite sure of one thing, and that is that it's a matter of indifference to me whether you are married or single."
Dupont wondered how he ought to take that. He concluded to look upon it as an omen favorable to his love, and filled his neighbor's glass with grenache, saying:
"This is a lady's wine, very sweet, which won't stand water. Taste it, I beg you."
Georgette took one swallow of grenache, then put her glass on the table.
"I don't like sweetened wines," she said.