"Mon Dieu! just because I've taken two or three.—Come, waiter! The lobster—and the asparagus. Hot! hot!"
"At what time do you go to your rendezvous?" asked Balivan.
"Half-past eight."
"You have time enough."
"None too much; you see, I should like some dessert too."
"Oh! I see that you don't propose to abandon your share of anything."
"When a man has a good stomach, he ought to make use of it. If you play bouillotte this evening, I'll come back and join you."
"If we play!" cried Mouillot; "I rather think so—eh, Albert?"
"Oh, yes! I want my revenge."
"Bouillotte to the death!" said Balivan, absent-mindedly eating asparagus at the wrong end.