"Waiter! some madeira!"
"It is here, messieurs; what wine will you have next?"
"Beaune première, to begin with. After that, we will see."
"That's right!" said Tobie, gulping down the madeira. "Beaune première, the best there is! Is anything too good for us? Pass me the olives. Pass me the anchovies. Pass me the tunny."
"The devil! you might as well say pass me everything! How little Tobie pitches in! Be careful, my dear fellow; it isn't prudent to have your stomach too full when you are going straight away to an assignation."
"Oh! I have room enough. I'd like some madeira."
"Monsieur has a full, round face, which doesn't indicate a very nervous man," said Dupétrain, looking at Tobie; "but I'll bet that I can put him to sleep."
"Dupétrain," cried Mouillot, "you will be fined five francs every time that you mention magnetism during dinner."
"Oho! we're forbidden to speak now, are we?"
"Tell us something amusing—we would like that.—But you don't say anything, Albert! Have you an unrequited passion in your heart?"