"What's that! lilies of the valley on a salmon-trout! I never saw it served so."
"Not the trout, monsieur; I was speaking of a lady—one of the wedding party."
"And the groom, where is he sitting?"
"Opposite his wife, monsieur."
"Next, a capon au gros sel."
"Does he look at her often?"
"Done to a turn."
"Faith! monsieur, I didn't have time to notice as to that."
"What's that! Sapristi! you haven't time to tell the chef to cook it to a turn?"
"Pardon, monsieur; monsieur was asking me about the bridegroom.—Now I am at your service."