"What does she supply you with, you big monster?" cried Zizi, raising her fork to her lover, as if to stab him.
"Mon Dieu! it's simple enough, my angel; a flower girl supplies me with flowers, naturally."
"Hum! you would be quite capable of going to her for other supplies."
"O Zizi! for heaven's sake, don't be jealous like this. Besides, this flower girl is one of Jéricourt's conquests; one of his victims."
"I don't deny it, I committed that sin; and monsieur here will bear me out in saying that the little one is worth the trouble."
"I will bear you out in saying that the little one is pretty, monsieur, but that's all; for, on the day that I saw you in her company, you did not have the air of having made a conquest of her!"
"This old fellow is decidedly antipathetic to me!" said Jéricourt to himself.
XXX
MANY WAYS OF DRINKING CHAMPAGNE
"Come, Alfred! some champagne—right away! I want some champagne—and I want it frappé."
"Here it is, my siren; it's behind us, cooking in the ice.—Ah! now is the time when Monsieur de Roncherolle is going to teach us a lot of pretty things.—Jéricourt, monsieur knows thirty-three ways of drinking a glass of champagne!"