"It seems to me that you too were on the decline—with her."
"However, she was a woman of great distinction, a baroness!"
"Listen to that! monsieur must have baronesses now!"
"The Baronne de—de Grangeville—that's the name."
"De Grangeville?" said Roncherolle, who, on hearing that name, replaced on the table the glass that he was about to put to his lips. "Did you say that the lady you brought home was the Baronne de Grangeville?"
"Yes, my dear neighbor; do you know her?"
"No—that is to say, her name recalled a person whom I used to know."
Roncherolle had become thoughtful; Zizi tapped him on the knee, saying:
"Well, well, tell us what you're dreaming about, my Knight of the Round Table? Is that baroness's name going to spoil your spirits? I don't propose to have that! Don't let me hear any more of your great ladies; I call for a third way of drinking champagne."
"Here! present!" said Roncherolle, resuming his playful air. "See, my dear girl, here is a third way: we put the glass on the plate like this just now, didn't we? Well, now we are going to stand this second glass on the first one; that is easy enough; but then we fill the glass that is on top, and drink the contents by lifting the plate as we did just now, without touching either glass."