It is a find, my dear fellow." "Ah, really?
Well, I am very glad." Then Marowsko took counsel as to baptizing the new liqueur.

He wanted to call it "Extract of currants," or else "_Fine Groseille_" or "_Groselia_," or again "_Groseline_." Pierre did not approve of either of these names.
Then the old man had an idea: "What you said just now would be very good, very good: 'Fine Ruby.'" But the doctor disputed the merit of this name, though it had originated with him.

He recommended simply "Groseillette," which Marowsko thought admirable.
Then they were silent, and sat for some minutes without a word under the solitary gas-lamp.

At last Pierre began, almost in spite of himself: "A queer thing has happened at home this evening.

A friend of my father's, who is lately dead, has left his fortune to my brother." The druggist did not at first seem to understand, but after thinking it over he hoped that the doctor had half the inheritance.