"That isn't what says a young man who is always in the orchestra chairs at the Bouffes; he's in a fair way of dying of love for an actress; he won't say who she is."
"Oh! but one must be an habitué of the Bouffes to do that sort of thing!—A cigarette, Lépinette."
"Here is one, monsieur."
"How many do you smoke a day, Edward?"
"I don't know; I never counted them."
"I'll bet that it's two dozen!"
"Pardieu! all you have to do is to ask my valet; he can give you more accurate information than anyone else on that subject."
"Lépinette, how many cigarettes does your master smoke in a day—about?"
Lépinette reflected a moment, then replied: