"Ah! here's Dodichet! Good-evening, Dodichet!"
"Good-evening, my young fairies of the wings! have you any cigarette papers?"
"Oh! what a question! We would as soon be without bread!"
"True! my question was unnecessary. Your education is complete. Give me a few. What are you drinking there?"
"I will take several glasses. Be good enough to mix me one, Rosa, while Boulotte, who has the knack of rolling cigarettes, rolls eight or ten for me. Ah! mesdemoiselles, I am thirsty for a smoke!"
"Well, I don't see that you've anything to do but open your mouth; there's no lack of smoke here."
"You do not understand me, my gay young Andalusian; I mean that I am athirst to smoke, myself, and I have just been calling on a man who never smokes!"
"Mon Dieu! where was that bird raised?"
"He never goes out, he stays at home all the time; he is in love, he thinks of his charmer—that takes the place of a pipe."