It is the custom to give five francs to the garçon at the beginning of each month.
“Your chances of getting it, Benoit, are very remote.”
“It is to be hoped you will, then, be able to give me ten in the month which follows.”
“I pray that it may be so. In the meantime what am I to do that I may subsist?”
“That is a matter which rests with the good God.”
“Suing your pardon, I prefer to believe that it rests with me, Benoit.”
“It is inferior! I remark that you already possess bread.”
“It is the smaller part of my possessions.”
“And the larger, m’sieur?”
“Brains, Benoit—brains.”