"Waiter! some madeira!"
"It is here, messieurs; what wine will you have next?"
"Beaune premiere, to begin with. After that, we will see."
"That"s right!" said Tobie, gulping down the madeira. "Beaune premiere, the best there is! Is anything too good for us? Pa.s.s me the olives. Pa.s.s me the anchovies. Pa.s.s me the tunny."
"The devil! you might as well say pa.s.s me everything! How little Tobie pitches in! Be careful, my dear fellow; it isn"t prudent to have your stomach too full when you are going straight away to an a.s.signation."
"Oh! I have room enough. I"d like some madeira."
"Monsieur has a full, round face, which doesn"t indicate a very nervous man," said Dupetrain, looking at Tobie; "but I"ll bet that I can put him to sleep."
"Dupetrain," cried Mouillot, "you will be fined five francs every time that you mention magnetism during dinner."
"Oho! we"re forbidden to speak now, are we?"
"Tell us something amusing--we would like that.--But you don"t say anything, Albert! Have you an unrequited pa.s.sion in your heart?"
"I, a pa.s.sion! _Fichtre!_ no--but I---- By the way, waiter, I expect a messenger. Let me know when anyone asks for me."
"The same with me," said Celestin.
"And me," cried Tobie, stuffing a handful of olives into his pocket; "let me know, waiter--for it"s very important. I am Monsieur Tobie Pigeonnier. A messenger will ask for me."
"Do you propose to put all the olives in your pocket, Tobie?"
"I like them pocketed,[B] messieurs; they"re much better."
"Yes," laughed Celestin, "and then, you have some the next day."
"Ah! they are better pocketed, are they?" said the artist. "Then I must try some."
And as the radishes were pa.s.sed to Balivan a moment later, he seized a handful and put them in his pocket.
The first courses were discussed with great zest by the young men; but when the truffled turkey arrived, their enthusiasm had abated in some degree; Tobie alone seemed as hungry as ever, and filled his plate with truffles, crying:
"On my word, one can dine mighty well here!"
"You don"t seem to be sure of yourself, Pigeonnier," said Albert, with a smile.
"Peste!" said Mouillot; "how you do work your oven!"
"Well, for all that," interposed Dupetrain, "I"ll bet that I can put monsieur to sleep."
"Five francs, Dupetrain!"
"Give me some beaune, Balivan. d.a.m.nation! I knew it; he"s mixed it with madeira! Would you like me to give you an idea of that fellow"s absent-mindedness, messieurs? Not long ago, I went to see him during the day; his servant said: "Monsieur is taking a bath; he sent out for one, and he"s in it now."--"Well," I said, "that needn"t prevent my speaking to him. Men aren"t afraid to look at one another in the water."--So I went into the room where my gentleman was bathing. What did I see?
Balivan, fully dressed, and with his boots on, seated in his bath and quietly reading a newspaper, absolutely unconscious that there was anything peculiar in his method of bathing."
"Ha! ha! ha! that is too much; we might say, like your fair neighbor at dinner: it was a bet, wasn"t it, Balivan?"
"No, messieurs," the artist calmly replied; "I give you my word that I hadn"t noticed what I was doing. If they had brought me my bath in decent season, it wouldn"t have happened. But when I found that it didn"t come, I went out; when I came back, it was all ready; I was in a hurry, so I just glanced at the clock, took the _Gazette des Tribunaux_, and jumped in. That infernal newspaper was at the bottom of it; for I was reading a very interesting case, and all I remember now is that the water seemed very heavy."
"You may be a somnambulist," said Dupetrain; "very likely you were asleep when you got into the bath."
"Asleep! d.a.m.nation! I tell you, I had just been out to do an errand; I was in a great hurry, for I hadn"t had my breakfast, and I got into the bath without thinking of undressing."
During this conversation, young Tobie, determined to waste no time, had slipped into his napkin a large part of the truffles that were on his plate, and, having wiped them carefully, stuffed them into his pocket.
Then he said:
"Just pa.s.s me the turkey again, messieurs; I would like a few of the truffles with this chicken."
"I say, Pigeonnier, this is too much; you mean to outdo yourself, my dear fellow, to leave Albert in the shade!"
"Tudieu! what an appet.i.te!" cried Mouillot. "That blade ought to pay for two; he beats us all."
"You see, messieurs, I am very fond of truffles."
"So we perceive."
Albert consulted his watch, and said, with an impatient gesture:
"Why doesn"t that messenger come?"
"Neither of them has come yet."
"Have you been sending bouquets to your fair ones, messieurs?" queried Mouillot; "that reminds me of an experience I had with a blockhead of a messenger. My mistress at that time was a very attractive woman, an amiable little creature of about twenty-two, who seemed barely eighteen.
She was married, and an old aunt of her husband lived with her and was supposed to keep an eye on her, because they knew she was a little giddy. So that we had to act cautiously. My charmer had asked me to send her a bouquet, because she was going to a ball, to which I also was going. During the day, I bought a lovely bouquet at Mademoiselle Prevot"s, then took a cab, and told the driver to take me to the faubourg where my mistress lived. I got out at the corner of a street, two or three hundred yards from her house, and looked about for a messenger. At last I spied one; he was a man fifty years old or more, very dirty, and with the general aspect of a drunkard, but still the probabilities were that he knew his business. I beckoned to him and led him into a doorway. He tried to look cunning when he saw that he was to carry a bouquet. I pointed out the house, and told him the number, then said: "There"s no concierge; you must go to the rear of the courtyard, where there is only one little door, at which you will ring. If the door is opened by a man, or by an old woman, you will say simply: "Here"s the bouquet madame ordered of a flower girl, to be sent to her," and then come away without another word; but if it"s a young woman, then you will say to her: "Here is the bouquet, madame; the gentleman who sent it is at the corner of the street yonder," and listen carefully to what she tells you to say to me. I will wait here for you. You understand! no blundering!"--My messenger a.s.sumed his sly expression once more, and replied: "Never fear, monsieur; this isn"t the first time I"ve carried a bouquet."--And off he went with mine. I followed him with my eyes. I wasn"t very easy in my mind, for the fellow looked so stupid that I was afraid of some blunder. To begin with, I saw that he pa.s.sed the house, although I had pointed it out to him plainly enough; however, after going beyond it, he turned back and found it; he went in, and I waited.
After several minutes, which seemed painfully long to me, my man came back with a self-satisfied air.--"Well," I said, "to whom did you give it?"--"Two children, nine or ten years old, opened the door, monsieur; one was a little girl, and the other a boy. "My little friends," I says to them; "here"s a bouquet somebody gave me for your mother; will you go and tell her?""--"Great G.o.d!" I cried; "did I tell you that the lady had children? Well?"--"Then, monsieur, a lady came."--"Young and pretty?"--"Not bad-looking, monsieur, according to my ideas."--"It must have been the old woman, then; what did you say to her?"--"I says: "Madame, here"s a bouquet that the flower girl hopes you"ll accept; it will give her great pleasure."--"What flower girl?" says the lady. "I haven"t ordered any bouquet. Where is the flower girl"s stand?"--"Faith!
madame, the young man didn"t tell me; but it"s paid for; my orders are not to take any money.""--"The devil take you!" cried I, as I dismissed him; "I shall know you again, and I"ll never send you to carry another bouquet."--And, as it turned out, that brute was the cause of a terrible scene between my little lady and her husband, which led to a rupture between us. Moral: good messengers are rare in Paris. They try to show so much intelligence that, if you hand them an unaddressed letter, and say: "You are to take this letter,"--they begin by grabbing it and running off; and you have to call them back to tell them where to carry it."
"I have another charge to make, messieurs," said Celestin. "Monsieur Tobie Pigeonnier is stuffing truffles into his pocket. I"m not surprised that they disappear from his plate so fast."
"Mon Dieu! just because I"ve taken two or three.--Come, waiter! The lobster--and the asparagus. Hot! hot!"
"At what time do you go to your rendezvous?" asked Balivan.
"Half-past eight."
"You have time enough."
"None too much; you see, I should like some dessert too."
"Oh! I see that you don"t propose to abandon your share of anything."
"When a man has a good stomach, he ought to make use of it. If you play bouillotte this evening, I"ll come back and join you."