He had even to speak to his cousin to rouse him; and when he replied, what he said had so little apparent connection with the subject which Pierre had expected to find uppermost in his mind, that he was half afraid that his cousin had lost his wits.
"'My Aunt Babette is out of coffee.' "'I am sure I do not know,' said Pierre.
"'Yes, she is.

I heard her say so.

Tell her that a friend of mine has just opened a shop in the Rue Saint Antoine, and that if she will join me there in an hour, I will supply her with a good stock of coffee, just to give my friend encouragement.

His name is Antoine Meyer, Number One hundred and Fifty at the sign of the Cap of Liberty.' "'I could go with you now.

I can carry a few pounds of coffee better than my mother,' said Pierre, all in good faith.