She turned her head away, a little dismayed by his toast.
"Come, that's not fair," he said.

"That elixir shouldn't be wasted.
Voila, every drop of it now!" he added, with an insinuating smile and gesture.
"Oh, m'sieu'!" she said in protest, but drank it off.

He still held the empty glass in his hand, twisting it round musingly.
"A little more, m'sieu' ?" she asked, "just a little ?" Perhaps she was surprised that he did not hesitate.

He instantly held out his glass.
"It was made by a saint; the result should be health and piety--I need both," he added, with a little note of irony in his voice.
"So, once again, my giver of good gifts--to you!" He raised his glass again, toasting her, but paused.

"No, this won't do; you must join me," he added.
"Oh, no, m'sieu', no! It is not possible.