What then ?" "Well, out of that hundred thousand a tenth of them must be beautiful." "That's a good many." "Say a twentieth." "All right." "That makes five thousand." "The devil! You're strong in arithmetic!" "I'm the son of a schoolmaster." "Well ?" "Well, to which of those five thousand did we drink, hey ?" "You're right, Antoine.

The family name must follow.

To the beautiful Josephine--" "Stop.

This glass was begun; it won't do.

If the health is to do her any good, we'll have to empty it and fill it again." He put the glass to his lips.
"There, it's empty," he said.
"And full," added Montbar, putting the bottle to the glass.
"I'm ready.