human
Good God! is he going to sing again? I'm going away, then.
gpt
No, Phœbus, don't be alarmed, I won't sing any more--not to please you, but because I want to talk with Adhémar and Lucien.--Ah! Adhémar--there's a friend that is a friend; you can always find him when you want him. But Dubotté! his scent tells him when anyone's going to ask a favor of him, and he runs away like a stag. I said, like a stag; the simile is a little _risquée_ perhaps, as our friend is married; but, never mind! I have said it, and I won't take it back.
human
Oh! I'm not offended, Dodichet. When a man has a wife like mine, he is above such jests.
gpt
You're content with your wife, eh? so much the better, I'm glad of it.--But I say, messieurs, is that all you're going to take? For my part, the weather makes me thirsty.
human
Very well! order some beer.
gpt
Beer! oh, no! that's too vulgar; punch, rather.
human
Who ever heard of drinking punch just before dinner?
gpt
Why not? all hours are alike to good fellows!--Punch, waiter! rum punch--and see that it's good; say it's for a connoisseur.--Won't you have a glass of punch, too, my dear Lucien? it warms you up and makes you lively!
human
No, thanks; I won't take anything; I don't need anything.
gpt
Oh! yes, you do; pardieu! you'll take some punch with us; just remember that it is I who invite you!
human
But I'll answer for it that it won't be he who will pay,