To the beautiful Josephine--" "To the beautiful Josephine--Lollier!" And Montbar emptied his glass.
"By the Lord!" exclaimed Antoine.

"Wait a moment.

Josephine Lollier! Why, I know her." "I didn't say you didn't." "Josephine Lollier! Why, she's the daughter of the man who keeps the post-horses at Belleville." "Exactly." "Damn it!" exclaimed the postilion, "you're not to be pitied--a pretty slip of a girl! To the health of beautiful Josephine Lollier." And he swallowed his fifth glass of Burgundy.
"Now," asked Montbar, "do you understand why I had you sent up here, my lad ?" "No; but I don't bear you any grudge for it, all the same." "That's very kind of you." "Oh! I'm a pretty good devil." "Well, I'll tell you why I sent for you." "I'm all ears." "Wait.

You'll hear better if your glass is full than if it's empty." "Are you a doctor for deaf folk ?" asked the postilion, banteringly.
"No; but I've lived a good deal among drunkards," replied Montbar, filling Antoine's glass again.
"A man is not a drunkard because he likes wine," said Antoine.
"I agree with you, my good fellow," replied Montbar.

"A man is only a drunkard when he can't carry his liquor." "Well said," cried Antoine, who seemed to carry his pretty well.