Lola did not know in the least what I meant, but she smiled amiably and drank the toast.

It was quite a merry dinner.

Lola threw herself into my mood and jested as if she had never heard of an undesirable husband who had been kicked out of the French Army.

We talked of many things.

I described in fuller detail my adventure with Anastasius and Saupiquet, and we laughed over the debt of fifteen sous and the elaborate receipt.
"Anastasius," she said, "is childish in many ways--the doctors have a name for it." "Arrested development." "That's it; but he is absolutely cracked on one point--the poisoning of my horse Sultan.