“I can tell you that better to-morrow, if I should happen to see you.”
“Are you the best man?”
“Better than that.”
“Better than that! What! Do you mean—Oh, no! that is impossible. You are not going to be married?”
“Why is it impossible?”
“Because you don’t do such crazy things as that.”
“I don’t know whether marriage is always a crazy thing, but I can assure you that I was married this morning, and that, far from regretting it, I congratulate myself upon it.”
“Oh! if it was only this morning, that is easy to understand.—What! are you really married, Henri? Ha! ha! how amusing it is!”
“What is there so amusing about it?”
“Ha! ha! ha! Poor Henri! You are married! Upon my word, I can’t get over it. But I promise you that it gives me the very greatest pleasure! Ha! ha! ha!”