"He doesn't come! If he should not have found her charming that would be very difficult for me. Zounds! in place of a hundred pistoles I should receive a hundred blows of a stick."
As his hope diminished, his impertinence became tempered and he clinked his glass against Marcel's, saying,—
"To your health my dear and true friend, for you are my friend. Don't talk to me about noblemen of the court, no one can put any faith in them; my good Marcel, what a good cook he is and what a pleasure it is to me to drink with him."
"You don't think now that I did so ill in seating myself at the table?"
"What! was I so unlucky as to say that to you?"
"Certainly."
"Me,—could I have said such a stupid thing?"
"Yes, there is no doubt of it."
"I was tipsy then, I'd lost my senses."
"I don't know what you had lost, but you said it."