Her name ?" "To the beautiful Josephine!" said Montbar.
"To the beautiful Josephine!" repeated Antoine.
And he swallowed the Burgundy with increasing satisfaction.

Then, after drinking, and wiping his lips on his sleeve, he said, as he set the glass on the table: "Hey! one moment, citizen." "What now ?" exclaimed Montbar.

"Anything wrong this time ?" "I should say so.

We've made a great blunder but it's too late now." "Why so ?" "The bottle is empty." "That one, yes; but not this one." So saying, Montbar took from the chimney corner another bottle, already uncorked.
"Ah! ah!" exclaimed Antoine, a radiant smile lighting his face.
"Is there any remedy for it ?" asked Montbar.
"There is," replied Antoine, holding out his glass.
Montbar filled it as scrupulously full as he had the first three.
"Well," said the postilion, holding the ruby liquid to the light and admiring its sparkle, "as I was saying, we drank to the health of the beautiful Josephine--" "Yes," said Montbar.
"But," said Antoine, "there are a devilish lot of Josephines in France." "True.

How many do you suppose there are, Antoine ?" "Perhaps a hundred thousand." "Granted.