Victorine, push his cup further on the table.

Is it strong enough for you, Papum ?" "Eh?
Ah, yes--yes--yes," murmured the old man, looking vaguely about him; "coffee, to be sure"-- and he emptied the cup at a single draught, hardly knowing whether it was coffee or tea.

"Now I'll take a roll," he continued, in a monotonous murmur.

"Where are the rolls?
Here they are.

Hot rolls are bad for my digestion--I ought to eat bread.