Dutocq himself was moved.
"Oh! the charming child!" cried Mademoiselle Thuillier, rising, and going round to kiss her sister-in-law.
"My turn now!" said Colleville, posing like an athlete.

"Now listen: To friendship! Empty your glasses; refill your glasses.

Good! To the fine arts,--the flower of social life! Empty your glasses; refill your glasses.

To another such festival on the day after election!" "What is that little bottle you have there ?" said Dutocq to Mademoiselle Thuillier.
"That," she said, "is one of my three bottles of Madame Amphoux' liqueur; the second is for the day of Celeste's marriage; the third for the day on which her first child is baptized." "My sister is losing her head," remarked Thuillier to Colleville.
The dinner ended with a toast, offered by Thuillier, but suggested to him by Theodose at the moment when the malaga sparkled in the little glasses like so many rubies.
"Colleville, messieurs, has drunk to _friendship_.

I now drink, in this most generous wine, To my friends!" An hurrah, full of heartiness, greeted that fine sentiment, but Dutocq remarked aside to Theodose:-- "It is a shame to pour such wine down the throats of such people." "Ah! if we could only make such wine as that!" cried Zelie, making her glass ring by the way in which she sucked down the Spanish liquid.