Poirier--And to-morrow, and in the future. You must have some idea.
Gaston--True, my plans are made. I expect to do to-day what I did yesterday, and to-morrow what I shall do to-day. I'm not versatile, in spite of my light air; and if the future is only like the present I'll be satisfied.
Poirier--But you are too sensible to think that the honeymoon can last forever.
Gaston--Too sensible, and too good an astronomer. But you've probably read Heine?
Poirier--You must have read that, Verdelet?
Verdelet--Yes; I've read him.
Poirier--Perhaps he spent his life at playing truant.
Gaston--Well, Heine, when he was asked what became of the old full moons, said that they were broken up to make the stars.
Poirier--I don't understand.
Gaston--When our honeymoon is old, we'll break it up and there'll be enough to make a whole Milky Way.