"Yes, monsieur; she's eating everything, I may say."
"Everything!"
Gustave angrily resumed his seat at the table, and held out his plate, saying to his companion:
"Very good! then I will eat, too! Give me some capon, Arthur; give me a lot of it!"
"Ah! good, good! spoken like a man! Now you're a man again! There's nothing left of the capon but one drumstick and the carcass, but they're the most delicate parts."
"Give them to me, give them to me! Oh! what a fool, what an idiot, I have been! To give way to despair for a woman who makes sport of me, who eats everything, when she knows that I am consumed by grief!"
"You acted like a fool, and that's just what I've been killing myself telling you."
"Give me some wine!"
"Bravo! let's drink! This champagne is delicious, and I know what I'm talking about."
"Yes, I will think no more of her, I will forget everything, I will love some other woman."